Mid-autumn festival, sipping osmanthus tea and nibbling on lotus mooncake.
The Song poet Li Qingzhao 李清照 (c.1083-aft.1149) posed a riddle:
Naturally, it ranks first among flowers.
The plum surely is jealous,
The chrysanthemum should be ashamed;
It opens by the painted railing, capping the mid-autumn.
(from “Partridge Sky” 鷓鴣天, 暗淡輕黃體性柔)
Another Song poet Su Shi 蘇軾 (1037-1101) raised his wine cup, and, thinking of his brother far away, sang to the full moon:
We can only hope to live long,
And across a thousand li, together cling to its beauty.
(from “Prelude to the Water Melody” 水調歌頭, 明月幾時有, written in 1076 )
Translations by Lena Tan