The willows in Xicheng make spring soft,
Moving away from worries, tears are hard to hold back.
I still remember that I was passionate about returning to the boat.
What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao,
Without people, water flows empty.
Shaohua is willing to be reserved for young people,
How sad is autumn when spring has not yet arrived.
When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I go upstairs.
Traveling thousands of miles to get the boat,
After finishing this bottle, we will meet again.