The incense in the stove has faded, the lotus root is still red, the jade mat is slightly cool, and autumn is approaching. Who is Luo Shang Qingjie, boarding this Ye Lanzhou alone? The brocade book is sent from the clouds, carrying the reply "Goose". The moon is full in the west tower, where is the person?
Life is like falling flowers, and the passing water is speechless all day long, flowing eastward. There is a kind of lovesickness here, but in fact there are two places of worry. "How many leisure and sorrows are there?" It's just like "a river of tobacco, the wind in the city, and the yellow plums in the rain". But "between the eyebrows and in the heart, there is no way to avoid each other." The frown just came down, but it had already hit my heart. It's just like that "the green mountains that can't be covered are faint, and the green water flows endlessly".
Intention: The brocade book is sent from the clouds, carrying the reply "Goose". The moon is full in the west tower, where is the person?