"Traveling on the Shasha" by He Zhu
The willows return to the pond, the mandarin ducks leave the pond, the green duckweed breaks up the lotus boat road, there are no bees and butterflies admiring the fragrance, and the red clothes are taken off, which makes the heart full of pain.
The sun shines back to meet the tide, the clouds bring rain, and Yiyi seems to be talking to a poet. Back then, I refused to marry the spring breeze, but I was mistaken by the autumn breeze for no reason.