Breeze comes in sudden puffs, Turning a pond with springtime face, Into rippling waves. She idles along the scented path, To while away the hour, Teasing a pair of mandarin ducks And pinching the pistil of a red almond flower.
On a banister watching ducks, she leans around, Her jade hairpin, slanting down. All the time she waited for her date, But he never shows up at the gate. Then she looks up to see a magpie Calling out for her to wait.