Four strings only stop drunk quite slaves, ling wine lu wine remaining in the Tsui Hong furnace. Middle of the night woke up short of red wax, a cold tear for the coral.
After the poetry writing poetry were sober instant impression. The music stopped with wine, dinner for people scattered; poet numerous liquor power, passed out. When he woke up, that emerald hot drinks furnace, still exudes a seductive fragrance. Poet opened his dim sleepy eyes, O light of the red wax has been burned a short, leaving it alone for one, Ruomingruoan faint flashing light. Fat melting wax, bit by bit, like sad tears are pouring, gather together, actually turned into the beautiful coral looks like. After the two poems, written sober seen scene: "short" word, draw red wax flavor residue to make the desolate condition; "one", pointing to the plight of the red wax alone; "Cold Tears" look like the image of the people to that ablation of the candle guttering, seems to be flowing tears. The poet who used to be way, not only "red wax" Bi Xiao written form and spirit, and cast his own bleak life experience half, were I one, scenes. At this time the author has entered middle age, their dreams, their life is not just as a short remnant of the red wax it? (Deng Guangli)