Rain falls in the early spring
- Poetry of Zhu Shuzhen

Rain falls in the early spring,

to the wine i silently cry.

Once i plucked the pear flowers leaning on the balustrade.

Grass towards ferry,i begged you stay,

you had no word but tearfully gazed at hill.

Last night i dreamed of you between river and cloud.

How should i feel after i woke up before i was gonna touch face in dream?

Toss about in bed,i wished to dream of you again.

The night sky is easy to see but not your tender love.