孤馆萧条槐叶稀，暮蝉声隔水声微。年年为客路无尽，日日送人身未归。何处迷

孤馆萧条槐叶稀，暮蝉声隔水声微。年年为客路无尽，<br><br>日日送人身未归。何处迷鸿离浦月，谁家愁妇捣霜衣。<br><br>夜深不卧帘犹卷，数点残萤入户飞。

The lonely Pavilion is depressed, the locust leaves are sparse, and the cicadas sound in the evening is faint across the water. Every year, the road is endless,<br>Day after day, I didn't return. Where is the lost Hong leaving puyue? Who worries about the woman pounding the frost clothes.<br>Late at night, the curtain is still rolling. Count the residual fireflies to fly into the house.

The lonely pavilion is depressed, the leaves of Sophora japonica are sparse, and the sound of cicadas in the evening is faint. Every year, there are endless passenger roads, I saw you off on the day and didn't return home. Where fans leave Puyue, who cares about women pounding frost clothes. Late at night, the curtain is still rolling, and a few residual fireflies fly into the house.