It's said that it was rainy and empty that year
Xiaoxiao tree with apricot blossoms
The oriole flies past with a chirp
Trembling with emotion
I don't know who stirred it gently
That pool of soft spring water
Causing ripples on every level
dyed with the color of time
When the east wind brings Liu Xin
The years have faded the spring light
That tree has dense apricot blossoms
No longer brilliant
But he said that in the pavilion by the lake
On the pipa string
Lovesickness in spare time
The lingering romance of the Jiangnan water town, the intertwined joys and sorrows, and the splashing of pearls and jade in the pipa music are nothing more than the long and long rhythm of "Yiting's Misty Rain and Apricot Blossoms are Cold".