Tang-dynasty poet Liu Fangping
"Through lacework windows the sun sinks, fading into the yellow dusk.
In her golden chamber there is nobody to see the tear-streaked scars.
Hushed and desolate, the vacant courtyard; spring will be late
.Pear blossoms inundate the ground; the gate will not open.
"With twilight passing her silken window,
She weeps alone in her chamber of gold;
For spring is departing from a desolate garden,
"And a drift of Pear-petals is closing a door." -Bynner & Kiang, Jade Mountain