The mulberry fields are white with snow, and the flowers on the roads have not yet bloomed.
People want to return home, and geese want to fly.
The jade color spreads clear brilliance across the long sky.
The cold sun is light and the clock is setting in the distant afternoon,
Especially young people with green shirts and cardamom.
In the secluded place with nine twists and turns in the gallery, the thrush was frightened by who was drawing the eyebrows for whom.
When the peach blossoms are enchanting, who will stand by the swing for whom?
The small pond is filled with bright smoke, and the flowers are picked for whom by the floating water.
Years have passed, and the good times have been in vain, but the beautiful scenery has been useless.
I still remember the early summer of last year,
The light is clear, the scenery is clear, Minglang comes riding a bamboo horse, and the sun sets, but he doesn't expect to return.
Nowadays, the years are quiet and the long lamps and cold shadows surround the bed and make green plum blossoms in the sky.
I still remember the past Mid-Autumn Festival,
The sky is high, the clouds are rolling, the horse is galloping, the long song is lyrical, and the final note of the song never leaves.
Now, as far as the eye can see, the barren grass grows and the roar of eagles frightens the birds.
I still remember the winter solstice last year,
The wind and snow are dancing, Ling Han is walking gracefully, and the red plum blossoms are blooming in my arms,
Now the evil cold has invaded the body and the snow has turned into dirty flowers, withered trees and withered scenery.
Qi Qi Fangcao, yesterday was right and now is wrong.
Looking through the autumn water, things are different and people are different.
Flowers fall and bloom all spring and autumn,
Year after year I miss you.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below,
Never seen again in every lifetime.
In March in Kunlun, flowers bloom on the streets.
This person will not return.