The Love of Jianjia · A Poetic Romance

The reeds grow lush and green, their white dew turned to frost—so says the one I long for, who dwells by the waterside. To follow her upstream is a path both steep and long; to pursue her downstream, she seems ever just beyond my grasp, right in the heart of the stream.

The reeds are thick and dense, yet the white dew has not yet dried—so says the one I yearn for, who stands at the river’s edge. To trace her path upstream is a journey fraught with obstacles and steep inclines; to seek her downstream, she seems to linger on a small islet in the midst of the water.

The reeds stretch endlessly, their white dew still lingering—so says the one I dream of, who waits at the far shore of the river. To follow her upstream is a winding path that turns sharply to the right; to chase her downstream, she seems to dwell upon a tiny sandbank in the heart of the stream.