TO MY FRIENDS LI DAN AND YUANXI
We met last among flowers， among flowers we parted，
And here， a year later， there are flowers again；
But， with ways of the world too strange to foretell，
Spring only brings me grief and fatigue.
I am sick， and I think of my home in the country-
Ashamed to take pay while so many are idle.
……In my western tower， because of your promise，
I have watched the full moons come and go.