真娘墓 “Zhenniang's Tomb”
Tiger Hill Road.
Having no chance to see Zhenniang's face in the mirror,
I see only the grasses on top of her tomb.
Like peach and plum blossoms destroyed by frost and lotuses broken by wind,
When Zhenniang died, she was still a teen.
Sleek skin and reed-like fingers could not be finally preserved,
For exceptional Beauty, it is hard to linger in this world.
Hard to linger, easy to perish,
Like flowers north of the Great Wall or snow south of the Yangzi River.