It Rained on Mid-autumn Festival
- Poetry of Zhu Shuzhen

Fallen leaves piled up on the chilly stair;

Motionless cloud dimmed the edge of the sea.

On the high tower my eyes gazed in air;

Dusk fell and banned my mood of writing poetry.

My sorrows lingered ’nd couldn’t be expelled;

Reunion turned not a harmonious tune.

The rain from four-side eaves rapidly fell,

And I sat alone in this empty room.