Congratulations to the Holy Dynasty and Farewell
Author Ye Qingchen Dynasty Song Dynasty
Pour full of green wine and leave it to the king. Don't go back in a hurry. Three parts of spring, two parts of sadness, and one part of wind and rain.
The flowers bloom and fade, and how many of them come. Let's sing loudly and stop complaining. I don’t know where we will meet again next year when we have peonies.
When the flowers are in bloom, they need to be folded, but don’t wait until there are no flowers to break the branches.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The fallen flower man is independent, and the little swift bird flies together.
I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The wind is uncertain, people are still at first, and the path will be filled with red sunset tomorrow.
The tower near the water gets the moon first, and the flowers bloom toward the sun and it is spring.
It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
As the sun sets, the east wind sings and the birds complain, and the falling flowers look like people who have fallen from a building.
This is a place where the reds and greens are fading and the flowers are gone.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again.
The falling flowers follow the flowing water deliberately, but the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers.
There is only the moon in the spring garden that is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left.
The lonely spring garden is empty and late, and the rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors.
Lest I might fall asleep late at night, I burned a high candle to illuminate my red makeup.