Tung taps the well, and the sunset shines on the west window. The jade hand who once carried a black veil smiled and rectified the wind. The water leaves Shen Hong, and the cold geese in Lv Yun fly carelessly. The building is high, the soul disappears and the Gracilaria shakes. Broken bridge, jade platform and decorative pavilion, Luopaxiang heritage. Sigh old friends, Chang' an lanterns, and worry about changing autumn clothes. Drunk dogwood, see tears wet fragrant branches. Chongyang heavy place, cold flowers strange butterfly, crescent east fence.