At eight years old
- Poetry of Li Shangyin

At eight years old,i looked into the mirror

and painted my eyebrows.

At ten years old,i went for the spring out,

and wore the lotus as my dress.

At twelve years old,i played the cold lyre,

and cherished those cute silver rings.

At fourteen years old,i hid in the boudoir,

and wonder what the true love is.

At fifteen years old,i feared the elapse of spring.

and turned my back to the swing.