Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
The iron horse and the glacier come into my dream.
Turn it into powder and make fly ash,
It is not called Humayinshan Crossing.
Sighing to die under the peonies, being a ghost is also a clear stream.
The wealthy young man who was born in Luoyang lived under the beauty of peony in the prosperous age, so he should die when the red light of Luoyang is everywhere.