先輕鬆一下吧, 看一首詩! 錦瑟無端五十弦

Coincidently this zither has also fifty strings.

Each string seems to have my past year linked…

Zhangseng  was passionate in love of nature

That he was incarnated into a butterfly in a dream. And

Wangdi  was dedicated as well

That he was changed into a cuckoo bird in illusion.

To me, I have the same affections toward the nature:

When the Moon climbs above the sea, spreads as if thousands of twinkling tears.

The Sun rises, daubs a long strip of jade-like fog over the meadow and trees.
  
Oh, of those old beautiful memories, I could only faintly recalled, but

They have been fading and flying off.  
  

Note: Names of Zhangshen and Wandi have legends. Since we all can read Chinese, so, I omitted them.

糟蹋得太狠了！