Help me translate the poem, preferably aesthetically

In the morning, the yellow warbler woke up her longing lover's dream, rolled up the bead curtain, and the phoenix flower carved with gold powder on the bead curtain was particularly dazzling. Yesterday's makeup is still in the wine, and the wine has woken up. Slowly put on the jade headdress and leaned against the screen, this weak posture is very beautiful.

She delicately painted the fragrant rouge color on the peach blossom face, and the light silk shirt showed that she was slender. The originally agreed period lover did not come, Shaohua disappeared, and he could never come back, and his resentment suddenly rose. The courtyard is full of green vines and willows, but the lover has failed her.

Simple things.

Simple things are cute things.

The rain, falling from the eaves, is molten silver flowing down, passing through the fallen leaves.

A thick, gray fog mantle that hides all views.

Footprints make hollow sounds when they open what you can't see.

The echo of the horse's hooves, passing through the cobblestones, the beat is like a strange, unstable pulse that is present in my heart.

Quiet hours of sand, when all the waves are like that, bring something deeper, than I take care of to talk about.

The axis of sunlight shines through the trees, grows on the mountain, the first green buds on the ground, although winter still lingers.

Simple things are lovely things, and we don't need a share of wealth.

The monostone is the soul of nature.

This whisper is everywhere!

Simple things.

Simple things are cute things.

The rain, falling from the eaves, is molten silver flowing down, passing through the fallen leaves.

A thick, gray fog mantle that hides all views.

Footprints make hollow sounds when they open what you can't see.

The echo of the horse's hooves, passing through the cobblestones, the beat is like a strange, unstable pulse that is present in my heart.

Quiet hours of sand, when all the waves are like that, bring something deeper, than I take care of to talk about.

The axis of sunlight shines through the trees, grows on the mountain, the first green buds on the ground, although winter still lingers.

Simple things are lovely things, and we don't need a share of wealth.

The monostone is the soul of nature.

This whisper is everywhere!

Wearing a light silk shirt with floral embellishments, the clothes outline the silhouette of the slender waist, the Luo shirt is light and fluttering, and she walks to the countryside where the orchids are in full bloom. Remove the golden headdress and jade phoenix hairpin.

A delicate woman with gentle eyes, and her lover will always be of the same heart. The happiness of the clouds and rain is as beautiful as the goddess meeting the king.

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There is no one in the empty mountain, but there is a sound of people's voices.

What ancient poems? Are you kidding?

On a spring night, when it is warm and cold, the copper leak is lonely, like choking. The red mansion is drunk and lying under the moon, the fate comes to the banquet and returns, the boudoir complains of heartfelt feelings, and the mandarin ducks turn the clouds and rain. The heart of spring is like a tide overnight, and it is difficult to calm down for a long time.

Spring dawn, when the morning light is shining, the smoke wind lifts the bead curtain, the warbler chirps, and the fragrance of flowers refreshes the spleen. If you want to open the treasure tent, how can you get drunk with fish and geese, and your body is like a willow. Hug the fragrant butterfly, and get up lazy.

The night is cold, and there are more bits and pieces, and the voice is long and mournful. Intoxicated under the moonlit night, in the Zhu Building, the dinner is over, in the warm hall, in the mandarin duck cup, the affection is rippling. The early morning sun shone into the pearl curtain, the yellow warbler cried far away from the beautiful flower and tree jungle, the treasure inlaid tent was lifted, and the woman slowly got up, nostalgic for this deep feeling.

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The spring night is even more leaky, and the golden embers secretly pick up the remnants of the candle.

The spring night was deep, the water on the timer was dripping and the ticking sound was short, and the remnants of the carved gold-flowered candle still carried a dim flame.

The dream is broken, the Jinping is deep, and the moon is in the heart of the two towns.

Awakened by an unfinished dream, the splendid barrier in front of me is deeply separated, and the bright moon outside the window can know the hearts of you and me living in two places.

Boudoir grass, looking forward to returning guests, still don't know the news.

The grass outside the boudoir is green, looking forward to the return of her long-separated husband, but there is still no news.

Fail me, regret your mercy, and don't hear it every day.

I have failed me, and my bitter attachment to my husband is not supposed to be every day.