Text/Wen Chin
8．
The sky is blue, the clouds are drifting,
The water of the stream is noisy,
Provoke the seeds to tilt their heads.
White clouds came over and looked,
There are beautiful people all over the mountains,
The troubled Chun'er only stretched out,
Yun Er, who was red in the face,
Hurry up and flee to the western heavens.