Purple Mountain in spring
Because of this mountain
Jiang, who called Yangzi, flicked his tail
Not north
Like a fence was accidentally opened
Passengers in the breeze
Pastoral in the water clouds
The winding in the witty remarks
Qi was like a scholar of Wei Jin
The Yangtze River is his great love
Qinhuai River is his red face
Xuanwu Lake is still on the top
Glazed celadon, will be how much
The platform was wrapped up in my arms and branded
inverted image
Turn on a woodpecker
The address that was once shelved
I want to take the kanji from a line
Find the entrance in the tone of the official Huai
Enter Songtao and draw a crane song
Enter the bamboo forest, like green bamboo
Raise a group of children dressed in bamboo shoots
Flip open a stone and inquire
His former dynasty and lineage
What a day under this white cloud
I lingered and flipped through
The peach tree was about to blush, sweet
Like a person's first love
The camphor tree raised one wine glass after another
When I looked back sideways
Wildflowers bloom all over the cliffs
More like a happy emperor