The Original Text and Translation of Yongyue Yuanxiao

Sunset melts gold, clouds meet the wall, where are people? Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much spring you know. Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems.

Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.

Translation:

The sunset is golden, like molten gold water, and the sunset cloud is blue, as bright as jasper. The scenery is so beautiful, but where am I now? New willow leaves are like smoke, plum blossoms and flutes are bitter, and the breath of spring has been exposed.

But how do we know that there will be no wind and rain in this harmonious weather of Lantern Festival? Those drinkers and poets came to call with gorgeous chariots and horses, and I could only respond politely because I was depressed and upset.

I remember that in the prosperous years of Bianjing, there was a lot of leisure in the boudoir, paying special attention to the fifteenth day of the first month. The hat is inlaid with jade beads, and the body is covered with snow willows twisted with gold wire, all of which are beautifully dressed. Now I look haggard, my hair is fluffy, and I have no intention to comb it. I'm more afraid of going out at night. You might as well listen to other people's laughter from under the curtains.