Begonia Falls All Yishan Ci

In the third year of Yamato, the crabapples in Luoyang were in full bloom. Li Shangyin, a young man in blue shirt, was surprised to see a touch of lotus root color on the corner of his clothes in the corridor of Linghu Mansion. With poetry as his soul and love as his bones, he was trapped in the whirlpool of factional strife for half his life. It was difficult for him to have both his mentor and his lover, and his confidant and return were in vain. A jade pendant broke the friendship of young people, a date tree concealed years of waiting, an old inkstone carried the soul of poetry, and a lotus-colored shirt accompanied him through the ups and downs of half his life. He wrote all over the world, but he couldn't keep the moonlight in front of the window, the incomplete manuscripts on his desk, and the moonlight to return home. When the rain knocks on the window at night, the begonias fall to the ground. The poet of the late Tang Dynasty, who was deeply affectionate and troubled all his life, is left with only half a volume of poems and an unfinished encounter.