The pillow is fragrant and leaks. We met as promised and chatted after dusk. The season is thin and cold, people are sick and drunk, the east wind blows from the field, and the pear blossoms become thin all night long.
Cover the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?
——"The Song Order of Clouds on the Sideburns" (Nalan Rongruo)
Red beans and cardamom are beautiful, but they are more beautiful than flowers.