The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night,
It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.
BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance.
The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns,
A night of fish and dragon dance.
Moth snow willow golden strands,
The laughter is full of fragrance.
People searched for him thousands of times,
Suddenly looking back, that person is there,
A dimly lit place.