How many hardships have I experienced?
Hundreds of years of vicissitudes,
No doubt it is to look back at the three thousand love affairs with a smile,
The rolling red dust, pink carvings and jade pecks,
How many joys and sorrows are there in this world?
The moon has gone through many periods of waxing and waning,
Can't transform me,
I will always be with you,
As infatuated and reluctant to give up as the world of mortals,
sigh,
Since ancient times, who has been the hero?
Who is first? Who is the winner?
Drinking wine and singing, just to be crazy in dreams,
Everything is unexpected,
The bird on the branch is envied by everyone,
Leisurely and contented,
Why is life a hundred years of hardship?
But it is not a pot of good wine, in front of flowers and under the moon,
So carefree?
Poetry, fantasy, martial arts...
All this, the pen in the poet's hand,
How many changes will the world of mortals and rivers and lakes undergo?
The blue sky, the vast blue sea,
Sad songs, now the buildings are empty,
Only the worry that has not dissipated is left.
Falling with a rustling sound, still echoing in the wind...