The Fen Ju River is in a state where there is nothing to be said about it. His son is extremely beautiful. The beauty is beyond measure, unlike the road.
On the other side of Fen, I want to pick mulberry trees. His son is as beautiful as England. Beauty is as good as English, but different from public conduct.
He sang a song from Fen, saying that he would pick his rhizome. His son is as beautiful as jade. Beautiful as jade, different from the public.