Falling Flowers Have Danced Before the Wind

The fallen flowers have already danced before the wind, sending another rain of yellow flowers. At dawn, the courtyard is half red, with only a thin thread of hair in the clear sky. Hand in hand with the diligent flowers, we can drink more wine from the cup. Beauties don't need to frown, I'm also sentimental and helpless when I'm late for wine! -------Ye Mengde's "Poppy"