"A light mist and dense clouds shroud a long day in melancholy, the fragrance of an exquisite essence scatters from the gilded beast-shaped burner. Come again has the season of the Double Ninth, through the silk drapes and the embroidered pillow, chilliness begins to penetrate in the middle of the night."
"I sip at my wine by the east fence past the twilight, chrysanthemums and their subtle scent keep in my sleeves. How could anyone not agree that this is soul lifting? Yet when a westerly raises the screen, I realize I have withered thinner than those yellow petals and leaves.[1]"
After Li Ziqi was done reciting this, everyone was in dead silence again.
The men were fine, but the women's eyes instantly turned red, with hints of tears. The last line of the poetry brought out the life-like image of a submissive wife who was missing her husband, incurring one's pity.
