The attic is like spring, and the windows that are not used at ordinary times block out the daytime. Walking in the gallery, I found it very deep. When the incense was burned out, the shadow of the sun moved to the curtain foil, only to find that dusk was approaching. I love plum blossoms, and my Jiang Mei is growing up. Why should I go upstairs to enjoy the romantic scenery and waste my time? No one came to talk to me. Now I am alone in such a lonely environment, just like He Xun was swimming in Yangzhou. The color of plum blossoms is very beautiful. Although it is not as afraid of frost and snow as other flowers, it is delicate and difficult to withstand the devastation of cold wind and rain. Who played the flute Plum Blossom Fall, which aroused my sadness? Don't resent the disappearance of Dimfragrance and falling flowers like snow, but believe that the trace of plum blossom is hard to find, but its affection lasts forever. It's hard for me to tell my family background. I want to have a wonderful evening. The faint moonlight casts a beautiful shadow of plum branches, from which I can also see the beauty and romance of plum blossoms.
This word comes from Li Qingzhao's Man Ting Xiao Fang Pavilion Hidden Spring.
The full text is as follows;
The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle window locks the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's getting better and better to grow Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrived, lonely and muddy, He Xun was in Yangzhou.
Never, knowing rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sorrow. Don't hate incense to eliminate snow, be sure to guide, sweep away traces and stay. It's hard to say, it's still romantic when the night is bright and full of shadows.