Curtains roll up shadows.
Falling catkins are light and shadowless.
When the moon sets on the west wing,
The windward door was ajar.
Paint the wall and move,
It is suspected that the Jade Man has come.
The trees are dark and the summer is long.
The balcony is reflected in the pond,
The water curtain moves and the breeze rises.
The roses in the yard are all fragrant.
I would like to teach Qingying to meet each other and beg for a long circle.