Dreaming back to no one, orioles singing in spring
Indulge in the jade bottle and the bright moon
Stay here to keep Qingbo Leng
The clear waves are as deep as possible
Boating in the middle of the lake, wine stains on clothes
The wind and clouds disperse, making flying sounds secretly
Nowadays, Jiang Yanhen is silent
Don't lose your soul
Even if people abandon their brooms, I will cherish them
The distant mountains contain smoke and green clouds, turning dreams into a pillow
The Old Testament is hard to find and easy to find
No one pays attention, the wine is still warm