天高云淡荷叶残。雀鸟啁啾,疏柳垂边。春花虽已随风去,还有秋叶,鲜红如艳。浅水翔鱼戏珠链。绿蔓如谱,清波似笺。景美全凭人心连,除却罹愁,就上眉眼。 Days of high clouds pale lotus leaf residue. Birds gnaw, weeping willows. Although the spring flowers have gone with the wind, there are autumn leaves, bright red. Shallow water Xiang Yu playing bead chain. The green vine spreads, and the clear wave is like a note. Jing Mei depends on people’s hearts, but in addition to swearing, they look up.