The moon is mottled and the green bamboos are swaying, and the lonely shadow sighs the sorrow of the flowing water.
A song of evil caressing tune, half of the city's flowers fall and dance coolly
The clouds are hidden, the moon is dim and misty, I'm drunk and thinking about it
There is everlasting joy on the blue wave pool, and the green hair turns into frost and the tears are not yet young
When I was a young man in bright clothes and angry horses, I played with flowers and drank alcohol without thinking.
Peach blossom rain falls on the peach blossom fan, the fan has no wind but the fragrance comes naturally
The red maple moon shines on the maple moon harp, and the harp sounds loudly before it is raised.
Who finds the place where the sound and fragrance are heard, and gets used to the red curtain and the deep tent
When a beautiful lady dances, she becomes a dream; when she looks back and smiles, she becomes enchanted
The talented man cultivates bamboo in the lush forest, and the birds stand beside the meandering stream.
After singing the beautiful love between mandarin ducks, the sparse shadows flow and the bright moon shines
With a flick of the finger, for decades, summer cicadas and winter snows are boundless
The feeling on the paper is shallow, and the floating life is over with tears and heartbreak
So what if a talented man and a beautiful lady are not as good as a floating dream?
But if the peacock flies southeast, how can it linger five miles away?
When the wind is cold and the wine wakes up, the clouds and mist disperse, and the morning light in the sky sighs at the impermanence
Playing the piano with a floating tune, dancing with the fan in a foreign land
How can the world forget the music of sorrow, leaving only the tune of floating life?
The white clouds have been empty for thousands of years, and the floating life has turned into frost.
Everyone asks where the floating business is, and the floating life adjusts and remembers the growth