Writing of Thoughts in the Early Winter
- Poetry of Zhu Shuzhen

I catch sight of the scene in th’ garden pond

Where lotus is withered and daisy’s dried.

The chilly wind encroaches my night pillow,

And the frost makes my dress-up terrified.

The wind on river rolls ahead in red;

Tangerines before my court are yellow dyed.

I’m to dispel my woes by writing poems,

But the scene makes my sorrows multiplied.