On Huiji Mountain, the clouds are as light as half an ink painting; Outside Yuezhou, there are many weeds. The horn sounded intermittently above the city gate. On the passenger ship returning to the north, raise a glass to drink with geisha and chat goodbye.
Looking back, how many affairs between men and women turned into wisps of smoke and vanished. As the sun sets, Western jackdaw in the west adorns the sky, and a curved water surrounds the lonely village.
When I am sad, I feel gentle and sweet. In a trance, I untied the tie around my waist and took off my sachet. In vain won the reputation of brothel fickleness. I don't know when we can meet again after this trip. Tears of parting wet the skirt and cuffs. When it is sad, the city has disappeared, the lights have been lit, and the sky has entered dusk.
Abandoned poetry
Candle shadows are red until midnight, and I wake up and feel lazy. Whoever sings "Yangguan" in front of you is far from hating the ends of the earth. But the clouds are heavy and the rain is scattered With dry eyes and tears in the east wind. Begonia after bloom, when swallows come, the courtyard at dusk. In the dead of night, I woke up from drunkenness and felt sad alone in front of the flickering candlelight. I can't help recalling the Three Stories in the Sun that I sang for him at the farewell party last night.
Now that he has left me, let my parting sadness not follow him bitterly until the end of the world. I feel deeply helpless, and the joy of the past has vanished. When I got up in the morning, I looked over the railing and saw no trace of him. A gust of east wind blew, and I couldn't help feeling sad and bursting into tears. Just stare at it. Before you know it, it's dusk, begonia has withered, and swallows have returned to their nests. In the sunset, the courtyard is more desolate and lonely.