By the shallow side of the maze, the willow trees are broken by the Ba Bridge.
The weak water flows forever.
The roads are long and crisscrossed, and the paths are obscure.
The lingering lingering meaning is endless.
The jade bell sounded faintly, and I suddenly looked back,
The hazy elegance slowly goes away.
Even if it is a bead curtained tent, brocade clothes and mink fur,
Just wait for the blue sky to fall around the tomb hill.
The enchanting sounds of empty memories are scattered, and the pistils are collected.
Fang sighed that his infatuation was hard to find.
On the misty bridge, the sleeves are full of music and singing,
Drowning in the breeze, how can you look at the orchid boat?
Today's cold wine remains.
It's good to dream, but ask questions,
This grand scene,
Who is drunk and who is worried?