"The Bodhisattva Man" by Feng Yansi of the Southern Tang Dynasty
The west wind carries the singing fan, and the autumn season is far away from the traveling clouds. The flowers and leaves are red from frost, and the fireflies are flowing in the waning moon.
Is Lan Gui there? Thousands of miles away, the building is at dusk. The fragrance of the green quilt has disappeared, and the dream grows with the cold.
Conception:
For Chu Xuan sama, give me a flower