a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
2, "Spring Rain" Tang Li Shangyin
Lying in a white jacket in the Spring Festival, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
the long road ahead will be full of new hardship, with, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.
3, "Untitled" Tang Li Shangyin
Empathy for Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long. The goddess of Wu mountain, the king of Chu, was originally a dream; Qingxi's sister - in - law residence, this alone has no lang.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves. I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, melancholy is frivolous.