Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid?
A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The cool spring breeze blows away the drunkenness and is slightly cold,
The top of the mountain is shining slantingly but welcomes each other.
Looking back at the desolate place where I always came from, I went back,
There is no rain or shine.