I laid on the glass pillow
- Poetry of Wen Tingyun

I laid on the glass pillow,spring comes here.

incense burned and lured me to dream of you.

Those willow leaves were like mist on the river,

wild geese flew over the moonshiny night.

Silky coat with hue of the fading cherry,

wind breezes those little grass like a scissor.

Among the cherry flowers,have you seen me?

Blonde hairs with the blue of the March's mint.