Difficult is to meet you again, also difficult is farewell,The east wind seems too weak to keep flowers well.Before dying spring silkworm must spin silk at all,Until burning candles turned ashes, tears always flow.The mirror reflects my temples's hair grey with sorrow,At night reading aloud. I felt the moonlight was cold.To Penglai fairland we had hardly have roads to go,Yet the hospitality bird might explore it to show you.