The dream comes back to the fragrant grass, and the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance.
From "The Migrating Oriole: The Fall of the Dawn Moon" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties
The dawn moon falls, the clouds are faint, and I am silent and sleep on my pillow. Dreaming back to the fragrant grass, the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance.
The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Pian Hongxiu swept away Cong Yi, leaving the dancers to return.
Is it this one?