At dusk, I want to go to the high-rise building alone, and the cross lovers on the stairs don't come, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
Flattery eyes/Wang Wei
There is a breeze in the wind, and the fans of smoke float into thousands of spring worries. Begonia has not been wet by the rain, pear blossoms are like snow, but it's a pity that spring is half over.
Now the past is hard to recall, and the soul in the dream walks around the boudoir building where you lived. Acacia exists only on the tops of clove branches and cardamom.
Spread out Huanxisha/Li Jing
Roll up pearls to make curtains and hang hooks. In the tall building, I look like before, and my depression is still locked. The fallen flower in the wind is so haggard, who is its owner? This makes me more and more confused.
The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. I looked back at the Three Gorges at dusk and saw the river falling from the sky.
Lilac/Lu Guimeng
People on the river don't ask, but they are drunk for ten years.
Diligently untie lilac knots, spread branches and spread spring.