Respectfully Accompanying Escort Zheng in Weiqu
I
In Weiqu the flowers are heartless flirts,
at every home they drive people crazy.
Though with goblets of green we may pass the day,
can white hair well resist spring?
Corners of rock hook and tear clothes,
wisteria branches fresh, poking eyes.
When shall we occupy the clumps of bamboo,
wearing small black scarves on our heads?