Chu lingyi
The pine branches radiate the dead branches of the tree and the pool is full of tears.
Vacant room, cold window, guest delivery, poetry criticism, translation mystery.
HongLing weaves velvet rings around the flutes of Yeko, Mix, Mix, bamboo and rustling.
Fire and candle shine, and warmth reflects leisure.
It can be read in reverse:
In my spare time, it is warm, brightly lit and intense by candlelight.
The flute is rustling and bamboo sticks are Mix, and the velvet is embroidered with red silk.
Solve puzzles, translate words and comment on poems, send words to see guests off, and the room is empty.
The stream is shallow with tears and the dead branches are loose.