"Good Things Nearly a Thousand Lights Cold Green"
Text: Zhang Jiahao
Skinny leaning on the creek bridge snow plum green, flying flowers do not appreciate the dust. Qin Lou asked, Who tasted tears first? Who is speechless Shen Chun Rang? The smoke and rain are not yet faint. Every year the west wind of the old garden arrives, how many trees are left with residual lamps? The lights are more dim in the west window, who warms up first in the spring near Jiangnan? When the wind blows, how many springs will the begonia blossoms bloom? Pity is not endlessly cold, poor and sad to kill Chan Juan deeply. Ten years of old dreams are nowhere to be found, and the cold fragrance is deeply closed in the small garden pavilion. Want to know how much spring is on the lake? But look at the front of the building willow color blue. Sick wine alone to worry about their own situation, the autumn twilight green frost greeted. The next year last night the green lights were there, and the infinite makeup building cried Xiling. On the cold moon shadow of the hall, who calls the smoke screen across the mountain? Candles are thin and drunk on the wall, by whom is the neon flying swallow whole? The geese beside the fallen bottle hate, and the sick are afraid of losing weight. More shift paintings of the river scenery, twilight smoke and autumn rain wild bridge points. The herbs are still faintly in the moon, and the spring light flows to remember the old people. Away from the mirror lonely luan shallow bucket grass, tungsten dark about the small orchid pavilion. The grass is getting warmer and warmer, who breaks the sound of ten thousand households isolated? Cold chrysanthemums open red incense at the latest, how many times does the west wind change outside the lamp? Tomorrow Spring and leave the people to go, not in the plum side in the willow body. East wind moon turns west, five colors fly auspicious clouds; Stop the boat and tie the willow, Jiangnan cardamom green; Four bridges smoke and rain fall, thrush first equinox; A trace of sorrow leads, ten years of crying long pavilion; Who stands late in the dangerous fence? Flying geese chase the depth of the waves; Jinse another year, timidly asked Cuiyun; Dream clouds are scattered by the rain, and the flat boat Su Jiangxun; Hibiscus incense grows old, affectionate embroidery to welcome; The pipa flows for many years, and the green mountains are deep. Bright moon into a pair of want to return to the evening, the night half drunk to wake up Sumen; Idle clouds and rain are finally shallow, and Danqing is difficult to draw Yu Zhen; Zhangtai spring old flowers flying on the shore, chaotic red Hugh sweeping Su Yue yin. The curtains are empty and quiet.
A thousand lights of cold frost,
Sad after the mountain broke the intestines.
Begonia timidly incense who let?
Garden Ancient Cold Autumn Hall.
Dongfeng Xiufu Qinglou,
This hate crosses the slanting sun.
Victory but the pond is unharmed,
Jinser Moon Window.
