Xiao Mei Buhua

They weren't born brave, but chose to be fearless!

Standing on the opposite bank of the lake, there are always memories of the past!

Harvesting red beans, a slender, fair hand reaches out from beneath the tree!

Planted in foreign soil, its roots are in danger, yet it does not die when spring arrives.

The road through the snow-covered mountains is long, and the howling wind and snow can still be heard!

Evening approaches, and snow is imminent; shall we share a cup?

Half my body is battered by wind and snow, half my body is wounded; half a word of parting resentment chills my body!

Penniless, unaware of the bustling city life.

Trapped in a magical array, breaking free requires caution; every step is a gentle breeze, yet also a bolt from the blue!

A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone, no companion near. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and with my shadow, we become three.