Concubine Yang plays with colorful butterflies in Didicui Pavilion, and the flying swallows weep in the incense grave.
When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity them when the red flowers disappear and the fragrance disappears?
The soft hairspring is tied to the floating spring pavilion, and the fallen catkins lightly touch the embroidered curtain.
Willow silk and elm pods are fragrant, regardless of peach blossoms and Li Fei;
How long can the bright and fresh beauty last? It is hard to find it once it is wandering.
The green lantern shines on the wall, and the person is sleeping for the first time, while the cold rain hits the window and the quilt is not yet warm.
Where is the fragrant hill at the end of the sky?
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!