The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and greet BMW and thank his drinking buddies and poems.
Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now haggard, windy and foggy, afraid to go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
The sunset is golden, like molten gold water, and the sunset is blue, as bright as jasper. The scenery is so beautiful, but where am I now? The new willow leaves are like smoke, and the plum blossoms sound bitter. The breath of spring has been exposed. But how do we know that there will be no wind and rain in this harmonious weather of Lantern Festival? Those drinkers and poets came to meet them in splendid chariots and horses, and I could only respond politely, because I was depressed and agitated. I remember that in the prosperous years of Bianjing, there was a lot of leisure in the boudoir, paying special attention to the fifteenth day of the first month. The hat is inlaid with jade beads, and the body is covered with snow willows twisted with gold wire, all of which are beautifully dressed. Now I look haggard, my hair is fluffy, and I have no intention to comb it. I'm more afraid of going out at night. You might as well listen to other people's laughter from under the curtains.