Thoughts
The gray birds sing in the sky at dusk, the red lake and purple trees reflect the cityscape,
The fragrance of purple orchids fills the study room,
No one can be seen, and I can only look at the beautiful shadow against the stone wall.
There are pictures of ladies hanging on the wall of the boudoir, and the wooden comb gently caresses the black hair.
The spring breeze of green grass clings to love.
Looking sideways, you can’t see clearly the stone wall opposite.
Cun Lian got up and came to the window, too shy to look.
She took a glance, blushed with embarrassment, and hid behind the red curtain.
Looking straight at the window lattice, longing for the beautiful lady, calling her after a thousand calls, I turned to the curtain.
My heart was happy, my face was full of smiles, and I was dancing and singing.
The gentle breeze blows, the water is beautiful, and the quiet bell suddenly tolls to break the clear sky.
The rhythm of swallowtails and flowing water, and the sound of pipa circle the mountains.
Green silk horse, jade chariot and red curtain.
Pretty face, red skirt and red shirt.
The wisteria green reflects the road, and the green mustard stalks are noisy.
Who doesn’t want to, I will be happy and peaceful, and return home at night with a lot of hoeing.
Wouldn’t you rather that the world of mortals is drunk and the years have no trace?
Isn’t the falling red a heartless thing? The tears splash on the spring mud and the fragrance is gone.
The orioles are saying, and the flying birds are flying, when will we see the peach blossom noodles again.
The horses neighed in the sky with tears in their eyes, and the Qiang flute and the pipe sounded in mourning.
The sand flies away, the evil wind blows up the red curtain, and the eyes are intoxicated.
The fragrance of drunkenness is overwhelming, and the sake stirs up memories in the mind, so why not get drunk.
I will be outside, but I don’t think about it. The woman goes upstairs, and the river in the pavilion continues to flow.
When fighting in the city wall, you must not miss it. The commander climbs the tower, and the beacon fire and smoke go straight up.
The sun is full of yellow sand, and I don’t know when I will return.
The green water surrounds the river, and I don’t know where to put the boat.