Die Lian Hua Li Qingzhao

The warm sun and sunny wind have just broken through the frost,

Willow eyes and plum blossom cheeks,

already feeling the heartbeat of spring.

Who has sex with the drunkenness and poetry?

The tears melt into the remaining pink flowers and weigh heavily.

At first try to clip the gold thread seams on the shirt,

I leaned on the mountain pillow,

The hairpin head phoenix was damaged by the pillow.

There are no good dreams when you are alone and full of sorrow.

The night is still full of lanterns and flowers.

Telling one’s true feelings

It’s too late to remove makeup at night,

The calyx of a plum blossom is inserted into a broken branch.

Drinking up breaks the spring sleep,

The dream can never be returned.

The people are quiet,

the moon is shining,

the green curtain hangs down.

More the remaining stamens,

More the remaining fragrance,

Get more time.