Lang Comes Riding a Bamboo Horse (Ricjin)

When my concubine's hair first covered her forehead, there was a drama in front of the door. Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. Living together for a long time, the two children have no doubts. The fourteenth year is a gentleman's wife, and she has not yet shown her shame. He lowered his head towards the dark wall and called out a thousand times. I raise my eyebrows at the age of fifteen, wishing to be like dust and ashes. How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep a letter holding a pillar? The Sixteenth Lord traveled far away to Qutang Yanlidui. The month of May is untouchable, and the apes cry out in mourning from the sky. There are traces of late movements in front of the door, covered with green moss. The moss is too deep to be swept away, and the leaves fall early in the autumn wind. In August, the butterflies are yellow and fly over the grass in the western garden. Feeling this hurts my heart, I sit and worry about my beauty getting old. Get off the bus in the morning and evening and send the book home in advance. It's not far to meet each other, until the wind blows in the sand.