I just met for the first time and fell in love with your eyes.

I'm lucky to know your peach blossom face, and since then it's been a warm spring.

(I thought it was beautiful. When I first met you, I felt that my life was full of warmth, which was more wonderful than falling in love at first sight.)

I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in the dim light.

(The poet Xin Qiji first met a woman in Dengzhan Street on the Lantern Festival, and he may have felt it. When he wanted to see her again, he disappeared into the dim light.)