NPM: The First Full-moon Night
Last year, in the First Full-moon Night,
At the Flower Market, lanterns were
As bright as day; when the moon
Came up on the top of the willows,
My love and I met after dusk.
This year, in the First Full-moon Night,
The moon and lanterns are the same as before.
But I do not see the one who
Was with me last year, and tears wet the
Sleeves of my spring gown.
—Ou-yang Hsiu
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