The wind and rain are rustling darkly, the rooster crows and the morning comes again at dusk.
The broken sound cages the bitter bamboos, and the cold green leaves fall on the banana trees.
Water birds stay on the eaves, and mud frogs jump into the house.
I still hear that the Tibetan guests have met, and I want to go to court tomorrow.
Early in the morning, the crickets crow again and stop, and the remaining lamp goes out and comes on again.
I heard it raining at night through the window, and the sound of bananas came first.
Desire rests at dusk, the moon is like a hook.
Plantains and lilacs are knotted together, and they are worried about the spring breeze.
Plantains are moved by rain, so they are planted in front of the window.
Pity the little sound of the canal, and keep the dream of returning home.
The dream is far away from returning to my hometown. I feel like I am turning over.
Suddenly he was startled by the pomegranate tree and crossed the river from afar.
The joke is about banana leaves, why worry about not being happy?
A slight frost blows on the osmanthus in the palace, and the locust trees in the courtyard are swept away sadly.
Prosperity is even more so, I feel sorry for you.
Autumn mountains are inexhaustible, and autumn thoughts are endless.
The red leaves flow in the blue stream, and the green forest is dotted with white clouds.
Under the cool shade of a bird, falling crystals scatter among the cicadas.
Who can smell the banana rain on your pillow this night?