
Must autumn’s breath be mourned? Not so, I find—
This light chill is the weather most refined.
Though red lotuses fade from green pool’s face,
Small coin-like lotus leaves still find their place.
Composed during the Chunxi era (1174-1189) when Yang Wanli was in his fifties, this lyric dismantles a millennia-old literary trope—autumn as melancholy metaphor. Written during an evening stroll, it exemplifies his mature "Chengzhai Style," where nature observation becomes philosophical rebellion against poetic convention. Here, autumn sheds its elegiac garb to reveal climatic perfection and cyclical renewal.
秋气堪悲未必然,轻寒正是可人天。
绿池落尽红蕖却,荷叶犹开最小钱。
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