Tasha Xing
Willows return to the pond,
Yuanyangbiepu.
Green pings break the lotus boat road.
No more bees and butterflies admiring the fragrance,
Taking off the red clothes makes your heart feel painful.
Returning to the sun and welcoming the tide,
The moving clouds bring rain.
Yiyisi and Sao Renyu.
Back then, I refused to marry Chunfeng.
Unexpectedly, I was mistaken by the autumn wind.