As soon as I rode to the west, the golden clouds spread across the Cangshan Mountains and the Erhai Lake; the willows were folded by jade hands, and the orchids and cardamom were hidden in the sky. A well-known family, listening to the music of a bosom friend on the streets in the busy city; with a slim waist, lying drunk on the screen window to watch the new moon in the early morning. How much heroic pride is shattered by the sculpted figure? Wearing a golden bell, the yellow shirt flies and likes the golden wind and jade dew. Qingfeng Villa, when I woke up, everything was reduced to ashes.
By the West Lake, Nanyin sounds soft and charming, laughing and talking foolishly; sitting alone in front of the snow, the fragrance of tea tramples all the flying swallows from the south. The dawn moon is born, and the black pen lightly depicts the thrush and green mountains; a happy smile makes the infinite sadness in my heart clear. At Xiaohe's sharp corner, dragonflies are already standing and butterflies are dancing in the morning; drinking at night in Jianglou is the heart of an ordinary boy from a farm family. The green trees cut their shade, the snow covered the pavilion, and the twilight deeply marked the corolla.