The ceiling is made of blue bricks and gray tiles,
The palace wall is slanted and the alley is white,
The bells in the morning and the drums in the evening are shining,
At the feet of the emperor,
The fallen man lies in (snow) Beijing.
Sparse grass and broken houses, strong tea,
Morning glory leaves and locust flowers,
Cicadas chirping and chattering in the autumn sand,
Wet Qiao Fenghua,
The down-and-out people are in Beijing.
The sky is clear and the sand is in autumn in the old capital
The sun sets in the old capital and the bridge is broken,
There is light smoke and jackdaws in the trees,
A little flying dragon Under the shadow.
The setting sun is gradually setting,
The red leaves are scattered into the sunset.
The sky is pure and sandy, the old capital is autumn
(Source Autumn from the former capital of Yu Dafu)
Author: Brother Chun will love you forever
Strong tea from ancient trees in the imperial city,
Willow shadows and reed flowers on a moonlit night,
Remnants of fallen pistil silk patterns.
Autumn cicadas fade away,
The locust leaves are rustling in thousands of homes.