The remaining candles of Fuyao fell into the frost and snow on the streets, and those eyebrows and eyes were swallowed up in the deep alleys. I still remembered that year, the flowers and candles were swaying, and the light rain had not yet stopped. In the blink of an eye, horseshoe wars are starting from all directions, and the dawn fog is about to run out. Talking and laughing as usual, a piece of paper is crazy, and the moon is drunk with a glass of wine. I have been with you for thousands of times, and you have thousands of cups of wine, and your delusion has not ceased throughout your life. My hair on the temples is already dyed with frost. I sit alone under a green lamp, sighing at the yellow beams. The dead bones under the spring have turned yellow. When will the western window be cut again? A single shadow tramples through thousands of mountains. It is the movement of the wind, the movement of the flags, and the movement of the heart of a benevolent person. There is no way to relieve my sorrow by raising a cup, singing softly, the distant mountains are dimly lit at dusk. The bell rang and I returned to Luoyang. It happened to be the season of night rain. The winding path leads to a quiet place. Can I ask if my old friend is well? The lotus pond is full of wild geese when I return south. The man in green clothes rolls up his sleeves and picks up his pen. He is young and wild, and no one will be surprised. Who will ride on the wind and return in a life of mist and rain? Alone on the battlefield, I am afraid that the sword light on the battlefield will reflect the cold frost. The mountains and rivers are looking for you, and I hope to cut the red candle and talk to the west window together for the rest of my life. The figures are bustling around in the vicissitudes of life. When did I compose a few poems and sing thousands of songs? The past is desolate. I feel the light fragrance of plum blossoms at the beginning of the day, just like you and I first met at that time. At the beginning of Xiguang, fine snow covered my shoulders. In those days, the lotus hat carried the setting sun.