The shadow of willow trees
Incense dies ―― A beautiful woman is gone.
Such as yesterday's yellow flowers
Has turned red.
Pear with rain sleeves
Wet Tongling Baoyu
The bell in the distance
Accompanied by silky cries.
Residual plums fly all over the sky.
Spill sour taste everywhere.
An clavichord leaning against the railing.
Make a sound alone
A roll of books is drunk on one side.
Let the wind turn around
Vaguely see patches of plum blossoms
Swing in a plain skirt
Little glittering and translucent.
Fall on the flower hoe
Semi-square loess
Be stained with green
With blood and tears.
Fengli
Only withered old branches are left.
Under a tree with flowers buried.
The bottle is full of wine.