The water has the color of lotus flowers, and birds fly to the west river to fold the laurels.
Fuso wine pours across the east door, and white rabbits wander across the Peach Blossom Bridge.
Every year I bid farewell to tung trees and folded flowers, and my graceful and graceful clothes are made of cotton.
A dream in Huangliang lasts for a long time, and a piece of paper binds the flowers and makes them drunk.
Intention: Life is precious, love is even more valuable. For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away!