One of the two sets of poems sung by the two poets Bai Juyi and Zhang Zhongsu, it tells the story of Guan Panpan and Yanzilou
The window is full of bright moon and the curtain is full of frost, which is flickered by the cold lamp Lying in bed; On a cold moonlit night in the Swallow Tower, autumn comes only for one person.
The color of the silk belt and the blouse looks like smoke, and it evaporates every time I want to get up. Since I stopped dancing in colorful clothes, I folded them in an empty box for ten years.
A guest returned to Luoyang this spring and visited the tomb of Shangshu. He saw that the white poplars were worthy of being used as pillars, and they argued that the red ones would not turn into gray.
I don’t hesitate to buy gold, and I pick up four or five pieces like flowers; I have to teach singing and dancing to the point of exhaustion, and once I leave, I won’t be with you.