Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei"
Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
There is no intention to fight for spring, but for a while, everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Looking at the Post Office "Bai Juyi's Poems"
There are willows in the windows of Jing'an House,
Looking at the flowers on the ground in front of the Post Office.
The spring scenery in both places ends at the same day.
The residents miss their guests and the guests miss their home.