WANG DONGLING (B. 1945)

English translation of the poem:
Never again will her light step grace lakeside road,
Nevertheless, my eyes follow the fragrant dust that arise.
Whom is she spending her youthful years with,
On a crescent-shaped bridge, in a yard full of flowers,
behind red doors only known to spring?
The drifting clouds leave the grassy plains at dusk,
With a brush I write the broken hearted verses again.
How much idle melancholy can one hold?
A river of weeping weeds, a city of flying willow,
Drizzling rains as plums turn yellow.