The spring in Jiangnan is over, and the apples are full in Tingzhou, but the people have not yet returned. Kou Zhun's "Jiangnan Spring - Wave Misty"
The bright moon building is high up and I am leaning on it alone. The wine has turned into tears of longing. The first is "Su Mou Zhi - Nostalgia for the Past" by Fan Zhongyan
The two should be the same after the bleak parting, and it is the moonlight in which one can't win over the clear resentment. Nalan Seide's "Yu Meiren" (虞美人-曲阑深处重见)
遥知兄弟登高处，遍插茱萸少一人。 Wang Wei's "Remembering the Brothers of Shandong on the Ninth Day of the 9th Moon"
The moon is bright tonight, and I wonder who's home the autumn thoughts have fallen on. Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Sending it to Mr. Du Langzhong"
The sideburns are pitifully green, but only because of the old age of lovesickness. The first one is Yan Qidao's "Shengcha Zi - Guanshan Mountain Soul Dreams Long"
Enviously, the green mountain has thoughts, and the white crane forgets the machine. Tang Chou's "Eight Voices of Ganzhou - Picking Plums and Recommending Wine"
The love of each other is a word without proof, so don't spend your tears on the flower paper. Partridge Sky - Drunkenly Patting the Spring Shirt and Shrinking the Old Fragrance by Yan Qidao