A cut of plum blossoms·The moon is full on the West Tower
The fragrance of red lotus root and the residual jade mat in autumn
Take off your clothes and get on the orchid boat alone
Yun Who sent the brocade book?
When the wild geese returned to the west building, the moon was full
The flowers drifted and the water flowed
A kind of lovesickness in two places
There is no way to eliminate this feeling
Only lowering my brows, but it is in my heart
But it is in my heart
The load has faded, the fragrance has disappeared, and it is cold and slippery The jade-like bamboo mat reveals the deep cool autumn air. I gently take off my gauze skirt and float on an orchid boat alone. Looking up at the distant sky, who would send the brocade book where the white clouds are rolling? It was when the flock of wild geese formed the character "human" and returned southward that the bright moonlight filled the pavilion leaning against it in the west.
Flowers drift freely, water drifts freely, a kind of parting lovesickness, you and me, affect the sorrow of both places. Ah, what cannot be ruled out is that - this lovesickness, this sorrow of separation, just disappeared from the slightly frowning eyebrows, and faintly lingered in my heart again.