TUNE: SONG OF HAWTHORN

 

She never likes to cross the river far

And moves towards its head, where lovebirds are.

She sets her orchid boat adrift at leisure

And goes astray like lovebirds seeking pleasure.

An unexpected fickle cloud unseen

Turns into drizzling rain behind the screen.

Her greenish sleeves can’t stand the cold. To whom

Could she complain but to the lotus bloom?

生查子

长恨涉江遥，

移向溪头住。

闲荡木兰舟，

误入鸳鸯浦。

无端轻薄云，

暗作帘纤雨。

翠袖不胜寒，

欲共荷花语。