A classic poem of unblocked mind

Wu ye ti chun si

Ganoderma lucidum in Song Zhao

The curtain upstairs is weak, and the wall is blocked by the low moon flowers. Every spring, I care about things, and I live in crow with heartache.

The dance mirror is full of flowers, and the dance beads are phoenix and red. Re-door does not lock the dream, and travels around the world at will.

Looking at the winding catkins falling on the boudoir bead curtain, I trembled slightly.

The flowers and plants on the wall don't know that I have a bright moon in my heart.

The deep-rooted joy and love in the past reunion reminded me of my heavy heart.

Hurt the liver and intestines like a tired crow, looking for branches everywhere.

The brocade quilt for playing mandarin ducks has been faded by time.

Only the red candle gives out a faint light every night to accompany me to cry until I faint at night.

I hope I can meet in my dream, because I can't lock the door in my heart.

Follow you to the ends of the earth, I hope you can keep this fiery heart.