Lying in white Chinese New Year gown,
The white door is sparse and the mood is contrary to expectations.
The red building looks cold across the rain,
The bead foil floating lantern returns alone.
The long journey should be sad in the late spring,
The remaining night is still a vague dream.
How to get the jade seal?
A wild goose flies across thousands of miles of clouds.
——Li Shangyin's "Spring Rain"