Spring rain falls in the courtyard at dusk. A deep heart, a hundred kinds of connections. Qingyi suddenly came to announce the good news, and Yu Jian slightly expressed his sympathy. People in the Western Chamber cannot sleep until the moon is over. The shadows on the curtains flicker, and the Zhu households are still closed. The flowers are fluttering against the wall and the red calyx is falling, which is obviously the arrival of a lover.