My own poem about seeing through secular seclusion

The sky is high and the clouds are light.

Draw the building head on the east side of the powder wall.

Suddenly I saw a branching amphibian,

Increase anxiety in the depths of chaos.

Increase anxiety in the depths of chaos,

These flowers are charming and warm.

Not that spring is better than spring,

I want to spit out my heart.

I want to pour out my heart,

But the misty rain and bitter bamboo fall,

Birds fly, people are away,

Rehmannia leaves have sound webbed leaves.

The leaves of rehmannia glutinosa,

Where to find the moonlit night.

Idle,

Let the cold reed rain.

Let the cold reeds rain,

The cold wind blows and hates the bamboo building.

Fringed spring dawn is a thing of the past,

Hope always goes with the flow.

Hope always goes with the flow,

The purples are messy and the dew is not collected.

Loose taste, intestinal deficiency, clear as washing,

Su Xin only cares about the barren pavilion.

Original, I hope you like it.