The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers are falling and the water is flowing, a feeling of lovesickness, and two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.