Or Tao Yuanming, this
I am willing to be the leader of clothes, and I want to be the first in China;
I feel sad for leaving Romania at night and complain about the unfinished autumn night.
I am willing to tie my slim body with the belt in my petticoat;
It's cool and weird, and it's new.
I am willing to be proud of my hair and brush my head on my shoulders;
The repeated bathing of the sad beauty has dried up from the white water.
I am willing to be on my shoulder, and I will be idle with my eyes;
Sad powder is still fresh, but it was ruined by China's makeup.
I am willing to be a seat in Dongguan, but I am weak in Sanqiu;
Sadly, it replaced Yu, and you can't see it until many years later.
I am willing to walk on silk, persistent enough to cope;
Sadness is restrained, and the empty Committee abandons the bed.
I am willing to be the shadow of the day, always following the shape and facing the west;
There are many shades of sad trees, and generosity varies from time to time.
May it be a candle at night, and a jade shine on two trees;
Sad help, bright lights, choose hidden.
I would like to be a fan of bamboo, with a soft grip and sorrow;
Worrying about the white dew and the morning, the sleeves are full of Myanmar.
I would like to be a tung tree in the forest and a piano on my knee.
Sadness and happiness came with sadness and finally pushed me to stop.
Translated into vernacular is probably:
I want to be the collar of your clothes.
Around your fragrant neck
Afraid of leaving you at night
How long the autumn night is.
I want to become a ribbon around your delicate waist.
I'm afraid the weather will be hot and cold. You often change clothes.
I want to be the hair next to your temples and stick to your ears.
I'm afraid you'll take a bath in ruthless hot water forever and fry me.
I want to turn into the color of your eyebrows and turn with your eyes.
I'm afraid you suddenly want to change your face when you make up gorgeous.
I want to be a bamboo mat on your bed and let your charming body lie on it.
I'm afraid it will take a whole year to change a leather mattress in winter.
I want to be embroidered shoes on your feet and wrap your feet.
I'm afraid you'll leave me by the bed when you rest.
I want to be your shadow during the day and follow you west or east.
I'm afraid you'll walk under the tree again. It's a pity that I can't follow you anymore.
I want to turn into a candle at night and shine on your jade in the small room.
I am afraid that the sun will shine in the east, the candlelight will disappear, and the sunshine will be so strong.
I want to be a small bamboo fan, blowing a cool breeze in your hand.
I'm afraid the Millennium is coming, so cold fans don't have to wait a year.
I want to be a buttonwood and your piano.
I'm afraid you will push me aside and lose my voice when you are unhappy.