The spring breeze comes from the east and passes by suddenly, causing the golden green wine to ripple. Falling flowers are falling one after another, and I feel a little more tired.
The beauty is drunk with beauty. How many peaches and plums can there be in Qingxuan, but the fleeting light deceives others and is wasted.
You are dancing, the sun is setting and the sun is setting. At that time, your spirit was unwilling to give in. What's the point of sighing as your hair is as white as silk.
The zither plays the green tung trees of Longmen, and the jade pot of fine wine is as clear as empty. I urge the strings and whisk the pillars to drink with you,
Look at Zhu Cheng's beautiful face. Orchid looks like a flower, smiling in the spring breeze. Laughing at the spring breeze,
Dancing in Luo Yi, you are not drunk now and want to go home in peace.