Chu Palace by Li Shangyin
The waves of Xiang River are as tearful as the color of tears,
Chu Li's obsession follows his distant hatred.
The maple tree and the night monkey are sorrowful and self-severed,
The female vine and the mountain ghost invite each other with their ghostly language.
Returning to emptiness, decay is difficult to restore,
How can one easily attract the stench and filth?
But if three households in my hometown still exist,
Who would fear the long dragon with its colorful silk?