The locked windows are stacked with pearls and emeralds,
The phoenix trees are silent and dyed with osmanthus frost.
The loose Wopu tea tastes sweet and bitter,
Thousands of hectares of clouds cover Hanyang.
Even though the day is over, the night is still long,
Raise a glass to invite the moon to call Du Kang.
The nectar washes away the world of dignity and inferiority,
Don't miss the fragrance of orchids in the garden.