Looking for something again and again,
    desolate after desolate,
    sad by sad,
    miserable and miserable，
    I was so unhappy and worried.

It was most hard to recuperate myself
    during the weather of suddenly got warm and again turned to cold.

A few cups of weak wine,
    how could help me withstand the terrible wind of night ?

Seeing the wild geese flew across the sky,
    it had touched off me most heartrending,
    for this scene was just like acquaintance, the time of past.

The yellow flowers fallen were heaped on the entire land of courtyard,
    thin and pallid to the most,
    nobody was willing to pick it at present.

Leaning against the window,
    it was hard to me,
    alone waiting from daytime to dark.

Let alone a drizzle stroke lightly on the parasol trees，
    but to evening, it turned to rain with drop after drop.

This scene how could be described
    by "worry'', only this one word.