1. Qinyuan Spring
The pink plum blossoms are broken,
The green xuan bushes,
The feeling of spring is deep.
The beaded curtain is rolled down gradually,
The branches are slightly stepped,
The ice is open and the carps are leaping,
The forest is warm and the songbirds are singing.
The lychees are scattered,
the bamboo branches are sad, and
the turbid wine is poured out with tears.
Leaning on the railing for a long time,
Sighing at the mountains and rivers,
The years are passing by.
Unexpectedly now.
Nothing can be accomplished and frost invades the temples.
Looking at the old friend,
the sand embankment is yellow,
the fish hangs with jade,
the mink reflects the gold of the cicada.
Although the country of Xu is strong,
there is no way to the sky,
who can send a message in the desolation of thousands of miles.
In the east wind,
there are smoke and willows from Baqiao,
knowing my return.
2. Qinyuanchun:
The solitary crane returns to fly,
to fly to the distant sky again,
to replace the old ones.
Thinking about the withered graves,
the vast dreamland,
the princes and ants,
eventually turned into dust.
3. Qinyuanchun
Farewell to the Qin Tower,
In the blink of an eye, the New Year is coming,
The lights are close again.
Reminiscent of Ying Ying's beautiful smile,
Slender and soft grip,
The fragrance of jade and the language of flowers,
The snow is warm and crisp.