I poured wine in the cup by the fence
in a thousand mountains, the snow was still and the moon was quiet
and thirty percent of elegant rhyme stayed in the light ink
I gazed the autumn wild geeze off
in ten thousands of miles, the wind was light and the clouds were slight
and a few fragrant souls into the clear strings
Cool but adorable to sigh low
the swallows twittered and the red litchis were tender and beautiful
Xizi Lake look back and held a jade plate in its hand
Plaintive and shallow to chant
the warblers were singing and the green shades were rich
the peaks kowtowed to the Imperial Palace