"Broken Array" by Yan Jidao, Northern Song Dynasty
In the courtyard under the willow trees, sisters swing among the flowers. I remember what happened that day in Chunlou, and write it in front of the red window at night and in front of the moon. Who can send Xiaolian? Jiang Wa is waiting for tears, and Wu Can is lingering. How much hatred can the green temples bear? Unwillingness to be ruthless is better than breaking a string. This year is the same as last year.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers" Northern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao
Sisters sent to Changle Hall. Their clothes are wet with tears and full of powder. Four folds of Yangguan are sung thousands of times. The human road is long and the water is broken, and the gentle rain can be heard in the lonely hall. I feel sorry for the pain of leaving, and I forget about my departure. The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that I can pass the message to the wild geese. Donglai is not as far away as Penglai.