Poems describing beautiful women in red leaves

The bright moon shines on people at first, as innocent as a jade wheel.

Flowers have tears, who pity the soul of actors?

When youth is gone, it's hard to hear familiar voices again.

Whispering cold invades the curtain and languishes in the jade capacity.

The second part: beauty depends on

A ship that rises in the morning

Bibo remains the same.

Last night was the spring curtain of a dream.

Passive footsteps by the bridge

But I know this is not your return.

The veranda was gently dragged.

It's a pot of intoxication.

Constantly looking at the distance of the cloud.

Is the twists and turns of memory.