Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine.
The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls.
The east wind is evil and happiness is thin.
A few years away and a cup of melancholy.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty.
The tear stains are red and see through the gauze.
Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion.
Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
——Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"