Looking north to Pingchuan, there are wild waters and desolate bays, looking for spring together and walking in beauty. The gentle wind blows on the sleeves, and the fragrant mist lingers on the servant girl. When the wine is in full swing, people are talking and laughing among the white clouds.
Feihong falls and looks like he is about to return. Danjuanjuan and Yuyu are at ease. Who has nothing to do and feasts on an empty mountain? On the Wangchang Bridge, the lights are in chaos, so you can return.