The flowing fire in July, the snow in October, I shuttled between... The thin horse hooves, the rolling river, you on the river bank are a beautiful lady in ancient costume, on this bank, I am the lonely me in the distant era... Full of joy, firing bright colored glaze...
The prohibition of gods and Buddhas suffocates the common people
Rare flowers circulate for thousands of years
Not my species, the prosperity of Zhongxing
I am sorry for you, the wilderness is stained with blood