On New Year’s Day, To my Sister Married into the Wei’s
I’ve recently heard that my sister with the Wei’s
was received in Hanzhongli.
Her husband is elsewhere with a military command,
the capital has moved from Chang’an.
The city in spring, the North Dipper turns round,
Ying’s trees sprout on their south-facing branches.
I don’t see the New Year’s envoys to court,
tracks of tears hang, filling my face.