Last night the strong wind blew with a rain fine;Sound sleep did not dispel the aftertaste of wine.I ask the maid rolling up the screen.The same crab apple，”says she，“can be seen.”“But don‘t you know，Oh，don‘t you knowThe red should languish and the green should grow?“

如夢令

昨夜雨疏風驟，濃睡不消殘酒。試問卷簾人，卻道“海棠依舊”。知否，知否?應是綠肥紅瘦。