On a cool night with golden wind and jade dew,
Autumn grass in front of the window.
Lightly drunk and sleeping,
A pillow on the river makes the dream come true.
Long love and short hate are hard to express,
Waste of red paper.
Try playing the jade flute,
But I'm afraid that the flute's heart can be secretly conveyed.
Ying Lian got drunk and fell downstairs,
Long Dai Gechen.
Try whisking incense,
Leave the golden saddle to sleep through the spring.