The spring pavilion (xiè) floats softly, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of nowhere to complain; (also full of unreleased melancholy; )
Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;
How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to be seen and found, and he is worried about killing people in front of the stage (also for suffocation);
Stealing a flower hoe and crying alone (also called secretly crying by a flower hoe), spilling blood on the branches above.
The azaleas are silent at dusk, and the lotus [reading the fourth sound] hoes the back and covers the heavy door;
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Accusing slaves is twice as bad as hurting people? Half out of pity, half out of trouble; (nóng, what's the matter? What's the matter with you? )
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.
May wings be born under the threat of slaves (some say wings will be born on this day) and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If you don't accept beautiful bones, a piece of pure land will cover the wind; (and make a pile of pure land to hide the wind)
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!