After the fresh bossoms have gone

After the Fresh Blossoms Have Gone (Picking Mulberries)

After the fresh blossoms have gone- West Lake is good.
Tattered scraps of remnant red,
Mist of cotton catkins flying,
Weeping willow by the railing in the wind and sun.

Pipes and song scatter and cease, visitors depart.
I start to feel that spring is empty,
Let the curtain fall back down,
A pair of swallows going home through the drizzly rain.

采桑子

群芳过后西湖好
狼籍残红
飞絮蒙蒙
垂柳栏干尽日风

笙歌散尽游人去
始觉春空
垂下帘栊
双燕归来细雨中