Memories of Qin e Yongtong
Li Qingzhao [Song]
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
Fragrant leaves wine, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
2. Translation
Climbing the high-rise building, I saw mountains criss-crossing, and the empty Yuan Ye was shrouded in thin smoke, which was filled with the last ray of the sunset. The crow returned to its nest and disappeared. In the distance, the sound of a bugle sounded vaguely in the barracks.
The sight of burning incense and drinking is very sad. The autumn wind blows off the dead leaves of the phoenix tree, and the leaves of the phoenix tree fall. It is a bleak autumn scenery, and people are always full of loneliness and cold.