One-foot silk jade is warm, rich and light in color and smooth
Kneading flowers, fingering and scattering wrong stitches to bring about spring with peony pictures
The smoke from cooking stoves rises across the bank to the south of the Yangtze River. It's already dusk.
Send a fishing lantern to another village in Yizhou
The rain falls on the awning and I can't sleep on the pear blossom pillow when I hear the sound of tears.
I caress the token and relive the frost marks on my black hair
And you hide your deep thoughts but inadvertently drop the embroidery needle
The elegant embroidery pattern on the sleeves held by plain hands is clear
Sandalwood comes through the window and you sigh in the screen of the west wing
The solitary sound of Jinse reminds me of the past with tears
Begonia branches scattered all over the ground
The chaos is vaguely the result of love and embarrassing flowers.
I write poems to describe you on rice paper
And you withered this life and embroidered it into a picture of mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River