A Spring Sorrow, Quenched with Wine
Lilies of the Valley, rushing waters. New moon like hooks, autumn ginkgo. Rouge dyes tears, solitary intoxication. Life long hates water long east.
Clear rivers, lush grass. Light flows lightly, green banana trees. Unrequited longing, heart becomes ashes. A spring sorrow settles in the wind.
Sunny days warm, branches on the roadside. Flower shadows, autumn wind at the window. Wealth and fame in the world, human sorrow. Dusting with loneliness, the beginning of youth is thin.
Pear blossoms accompany rain, wind shakes late lotus. Orchid fragrance, osmanthus, gardenia, frost in the void. Time flows, seasons cycle. Red dust intoxicated, life's dream.
Jade flowers, flowing clouds at dusk. A world of flowers, courtyard wind and moon. No sorrow, no wealth. Floating world, drinking red dust.
Clear music, pear blossoms accompany rain. Ten miles of spring wind, faces of people and peach blossoms. Hot stove brews tea, goose-claw smiles. Windblown love is blown away.
Fine rain and wind, light mist and willows. A screen first meets, a dream startled back. Flowers accompany each other, no sorrow, lush grass confuses the way home. Ten miles of spring wind, short pavilion, don't say goodbye.
Morning dew and early wind, clouds and water meet. Long pavilion, short pavilion, don't say goodbye. Play a piece of music, half a lifetime, all things are empty. Listening to the rain of wisteria in the evening.
The ends of the earth, like spring. The world is an inverted journey, time is a guest. A fleeting life, how long to enjoy it? Don't waste the years, don't waste the spring.
Carry songs and buy wine, small houses listen to the rain. In the mountains, face the moon, turn your steps in the setting sun. Seek spring on the roadside, search for plum blossoms in the snow.
Fine wind, willow leaning, a city of fallen flowers. Mist and rain, homes, poetry and wine, years of youth. Wind carries you away, a pillow and a cold dream. Peach blossoms dyed in the spring wind, drunk.
Clear wine jar, setting sun cherry blossoms. Autumn rain like mist, Jiangnan weary guest. Old mountains still hold grudges, eternal night thinking of home. Lonely threes and fives brew sorrow.
Emerald mountains flying in the evening, bright moon Yangzhou. Light clouds slant, fine grass soft sand. Fallen flowers and flowing feathers, flowing water loves sadness. Spring comes, don't know the sorrow of parting.
New moon sorrowful mist, cold full river sky. Luo flowers eager to burn, flowing young years change. Slanting autumn grass, rivers and seas remaining life. Old dreams and old sorrows in the ends of the earth.
Ends of the earth, meeting fleetingly. East wind remaining red, yearning a thousand points. Three lives on the stone, sorrow turns into pain. Bridge beside two lives, break the heart.
Lonely garden and courtyard, cherry trees and banana blossoms. Mountains are green, water is horizontal, moon is dark and lonely lamp. Clear night listens to the flute, dew pervades the bedclothes. Think of the homeland, let the wind send away.
Cold window rain, fragrant osmanthus talks about sorrow. Old book and lamp, mandarin ducks in small script. Good scenery is like this, casually laughing. A hook of moonlight provokes people's annoyance.
Flowing frost flies, morning chill invades socks. Half-curtain flying feathers, a crescent of sorrow. Jade pot red tears, new moon old people. This feeling can be waited to be pursued.
Autumn rain ginkgo, freedom flies flowers. Time has no feeling, desolate land, cold on the ground. Fragrant tea gone, count the autumn days. Empty moon, pure and clean, shines on people's hearts.
Music of old tunes, dreamed of Xieqiao. Lanterns and flowers are gone, cold moon sorrowful flute. Milky way is faint, jade clock distant. Fallen pear blossoms, how many?
