The cast golden mirror begins to open, lingering in March and May;
Because I am blinded by infinite dust, I am not allowed to go up to the jade platform in the beautiful hall.
I think about myself, just like a bronze mirror covered with dust, abandoned by others, unable to enter the palace. Then slowly grow old and die.
Later generations made a couplet on Wangjiang Pavilion:
Who can keep me company when I sit alone at dusk?
How to teach red powder not to turn into gray.
Just like my prosperous and lonely life.
Conception: