There is a faint dream in half the window. I sing about Qiantang and write about Gaotang. The wind stirs the curtains, the cool breeze enters the sparse lattice, and the moon shines on the screen window.
You can see pear blossoms with light makeup, and vaguely smell the lingering fragrance of orchid and musk. Arouse thinking, wait until you don't think about it, why don't you think about it.
When we met for the first time, we were young and young children drooping under an ancient tree;
When we meet again, it's a handsome young man in a quiet alley;
Looking at each other, we are dancing with soft water sleeves and strings.