Yongchang resident
[Part 1]
Sit in the lake pavilion and look out,
Talk about sending your heart to the morning glow.
Turn back and go to the mud swallow,
Sinking and floating.
Can see the shore of a thousand willows in front of you,
It is difficult to find the five cloud car behind him.
Remembering the events of that year,
Straight hate wind frost stained sideburns.
[Part 2]
Drink nearly half of dusk,
I heard the sound of cuckoos outside the window.
The remnants of the flowers are empty of hatred,
Before the moon sprinkles the stairs, it is troublesome again.
Half a life drifts into a dream,
Ten years of parting and three lives.
Some things in the world are finally difficult,
Look at the broken mountain and walk slowly.
[Part 3]
Have become accustomed to the frequency of the book,
In the mirror, I feel like new sideburns.
Huai Fu every negative cup of friends,
Don't always be with the people in your dreams.
Willow trail idle wind,
The lake pavilion sits still and sparkling.
Although I am old in a cold shirt in this life,
Fortunately, I have a poetry bag with me.
[Part 4]
Old feelings are not exhausted,
The lake loves to smoke the most.
Shuttling between the branches of the birds,
In the past, Zheng Hongzhu slept.
The reeds drift for days,
Chrysanthemums bloom for years.
Although the length of the dust edge is not worrying,
Holding the illness Xu Xingshi is really pitiful.
