如梦令 昨夜雨疏风骤, 浓睡不消残酒。 试问卷帘人, 却道海棠依旧。 知否,知否? 应是绿肥红瘦。To the Tune of LIKE A DREAMLast night a sprinkling of rain, a violent wind. After a deep sleep, still not recovered from the lingering effect of wine, I inquired of the one rolling up the screen; But the answer came: "The cherry-apple blossoms are still the same." "Oh, don't you know, don't you know? The red must be getting thin, while the green is becoming plump."