Poems of Yu Xuanji
An Early Fall
Gentle chrysanthemums are cherishing new colors.
Mountains are distant in an idle evening's mist.
Comes a cool breeze to startle the green trees
And a clear tune comes to my lute's strings.
A thoughtful woman embroiders at a table.
Soldier-husband marches beyond the Wall.
Geese are flying and the river teems with fish
And a letter, she hopes, has been passed on.
This poem and A Woman's Complaint could have been written while Yu Xuanji was married. She wrote probably hundreds of poems which she later self-published. She didn't learn to read and write from her husband. She learned enough growing up that in her early twenties she is comfortable writing answer poems to famous poets. Perhaps this is the same neighbor from that other poem and the two can see into each other's courtyards when the gates are open or from each other's windows.
Also, this is the third or fourth poem that has made me think that Yu Xuanji was also a musician. She must have played the qin or lute as it had red silk strings where the pipa had gut strings.