Bamboo shadow flows eastward in the rain.
Running water requires bamboo to be silent,
Look up at the moon and hang down the ditch.
The bamboo garden can't be closed,
Bamboo leaves are fragrant and drunk in Kyushu.
Kyushu ladies dance gracefully,
A gentleman is leisurely and unwilling to ask more questions.
I think you know everything,
Rain, thunder and earthquake buried Zhushan.
Red beans are born in bamboo mound graves.
Acacia gains more.
In the past, bamboo filmmakers reported that,
At present, I only see the sadness of Sister Zhu.
Sunrise in Hedong and rain in Hexi,
It's sunny and fuzzy, and it's shameful.
The sea is not water,
Wushan dreams of Yunfu alone.
Yun Zheyue, the wax lamp cries,
Cardamom is not in spring.
The east wind blows the tears of falling flowers,
Xiao Jingshuang dyed his head bald.
Miss birds, fear old people,
It's hard and soft to say goodbye when it rains.
Cai Feng, who was flying in her dream last night,
The fairy who painted this building has bright eyes.
Linxi thought a little and hated it.
Butterfly shadows fly in pairs, and the rain is thick.
Golden clothes are not more expensive than teenagers.
Fold bamboo branches early to relieve worries.
Silver and golden winds meet dew,
Ask why day and night.
Looking at the dangerous building by the fence,
There are some seagulls in the bamboo shadow in the sky.
Miss your clothes and bandwidth,
Rain will not worry people.
Separation from each other, unforgettable.
Thinking of bamboo shadows, dreaming at night.
A thousand lines of rain and tears will break your heart,
When shall we meet in Zhuyuan?
I used to remember that the Lantern Festival was like a day.
Li Liuan drunk in Lanzhou.
This year, the Flower Moon Lantern is still there.
I can't see the bamboo shadow sticking in my throat.