Two poems to send
Don't dream of Yiyi coming to Xie's house,
The small corridor is rounded and inclined.
Only the spring court moon is sentimental,
It's like taking care of fallen flowers for someone who is leaving.
To pity the wind and moon is to be sentimental,
Don't hate life when it's still spring.
Leaning on the pillar and thinking, I am very melancholy.
An erotic dream is unclear.