There's a path in the vast mountain of books
and I'm willing to drop grass to become a poet bandit
There's no end to the learning sea
by a flying boat I'm trying to become the number one scholar
Willow catkins are floating all over the city
people are beside the bright moon in the south of the Yangtze River
All the way, the peach blossoms are charming
and the dream lingers in the clouds on the left side of the Huaihe River