The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night,
The more it blows down, the stars are like rain.
BMW's car-carving fragrance fills the road.
The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light,
A night of fish and dragon dance.
The moth is like a golden wisp of snow and willow,
The laughter is full of fragrance.
People searched for him thousands of times,
Suddenly looking back, that person was there,
A dimly lit place.