Zi Rong
Purple daisies are clustered in dark bottles.
In an ancient flower urn engraved with the words blessing and longevity.
Sad in the wind of a foreign land
Fall in vain
In the old house
On the distant mountain.
The clouds are light and the wind is light.
The wind blew gently over the hill.
There is a plaintive sound of pipa.
On board
See how cold the pool is.
How deep is the chill in October?
and
Lights in the valley
There is a kind of sadness that may be touched.
ah
Who says autumn is a full moon?
This festival is full of imperfections.
-every time the west wind passes.
Always step on the string that hurts homesickness!