The floating clouds and solitary wild goose have no roots, the sky and the earth are vast and they rise as they please
The shadows of the flowers become the empty wind and I drink alone, feeling free and enchanting, which relieves people's sorrow.
How many lives have brought tears of love and longing for each other, and how many black hairs have left people drunk
The love of the world is empty and the memory of hatred is empty, but the beautiful woman hurts Hua Meng
————"Ode to Pear Blossoms. Cold Plum Blossom"