Once the sea was shipwrecked as water, except for the Wushan Mountain is not a cloud

It was once a whitehead dyed by the years,

Go to the Yellow House during the scripture season.

A pot of wine,

The waves lapping at the full autumn.

I can't forget the red face tonight,

For people to live in the world.

The water sings like a falling leaf,

Except for the time like princes.

But there are ripples of life,

Witches witches count sorrows.

Mountains and rivers proud of the bones,

Don't beg for the rain.

Is the name of the non-meritorious dusty,

Clouds open fog to disperse less wind currents.