九鸣 / Nine Tolls(4)

Someone outside a window recited a poem: “Last night the wind blew hard and rain was mild. Sound slumber did not dispel the aftertaste of wine. I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain. 'The same crab-apple tree,' she said, 'was seen.' ‘But don't you know! O don't you know!’ I said, ‘the red should languish and the green should’ve grown’.”