Last night the strong wind blew with a rain fine;Sound sleep did not dispel the aft-ertaste of wine.I ask the maid rolling up the scre-en.“The same crab apple,” says she, “can be seen.”“But don't you know,Oh, don't you know. The red should languish and the green should grow?”
昨夜雨疏风骤，浓睡不消残酒。试问卷帘人，却道海棠依旧。知否？知否？应是绿肥红瘦。