Spring Resentment
As the sun sets through the screen window, no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.
Spring is late in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.
Congjunxing
In the Baichi Building in the west of Fenghuo City, I sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Blowing the Qiang flute to close the mountains to the moon, no worries about the golden boudoir.
One of the two poems given as a gift
Upstairs, desire rests at dusk, and the jade staircase cuts across the moon like a hook.
The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze.
Leyouyuan
Feeling unwell in the evening, I drove to Guyuan;
The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk.
The small plum blossoms in the mountain garden
The flowers are swaying and the flowers are noisy, occupying the small garden with all the charm.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly is like a soul-destroying soul that knows how to unite.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and there is no need for the sandalwood board to seal the gold bottle.
Bu Suanzi
Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless.
It is already dusk, I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous.
It fell into mud and became dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
Die Lian Hua
There are thousands of wisps of willows hanging outside the building,
If you want to retain your youth, the spring will return if you don't live long.
Like willow catkins floating in front of the wind,
Follow the spring and see where it goes.
When I hear Du Yu in the green mountains and rivers,
I will be ruthless and don’t worry about others’ suffering.
Sending wine to spring without saying a word,
It rains lightly at dusk.
Shengchazi’s Lantern Festival
On the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I don't see the person from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are wet with tears.