Poems of Bai Juyi
Jiangnan, Early Spring
Wind blows the clouds away, rain turns to shine.
Light returns to the lake. All is warm and bright.
Carelessly the women chatter. Apricots bloom on the hills.
Peaceful green spreads everywhere. White flowers on the water.
A flock of white geese passes low overhead.
Sharp chatter of orioles sounds almost like speech.
Unexpectedly Jiangnan's spring is no good.
My long illness begins to weigh down my heart.
It is 817 and Bai Juyi is a bit of a hypochondriac. Not that his discomfort isn't real. But he does spend a lot of time being sickish and fretting about it and then getting well again. Later he trades this in for feeling old and fretting about that too. He lives until 846 and the years between then and now are mostly happy ones.