Jiangchengzi
[Author] Zhu He
Full text: Musk deer embroidered a rich face, green and heavy, and the painting hall was empty. We met in a hurry on the eve of stealing. When we know each other, we meet in a dream.
Sitting in doubt, listening to the wind in the bamboo window. The curtains hung out. No trace. It's past dusk, and the bell of the temple has moved. Sunset rain doesn't come to spring, flowers are everywhere, and the moon is hazy.