Sigh that I have hated for thousands of years
the snow and frost fall suddenly
it’s like all my black hairs turn white
How worried can you be?
it's hard raining and blowing
it's like a river flowing eastward in spring day
There is no limit to the vast sea
leaving aside the common fatigue
and looking at the splendid buildings and the jade towers
my broad mind
The morning dew is crystal clear, flowers have minds
embracing with happy mood
and infatuating with the red litchis and the pink peaches
my dreamland is faint