When we first set foot in Sishui Lake, we were surrounded by fish and talking about green plum blossoms.
Then we went to Rouge Well, toasted and laughed and chatted.
Perseveringly, at Taocheng Ferry, someone burst into tears.
After the new year, the wind passes through Yangguan, blowing half of the peach blossoms.
You say that you are the moon in the water, and he is the flower in the mirror, but you never thought that there are others who are like the moon in the water.
The moon shines on the ditch and the flowers are read, but it is difficult to hear, under the bright moon night, the love words are whispered.
They are all the same mandarin ducks, some can get married together, some can grow old together, but few can only talk to each other in their hearts across the bright moon.