2. Original text:
Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it.
Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
Sorrow gathers eyebrows, and a thousand tears mark ten thousand tears marks.
See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you.