Don Wei Wu Ying
Is it raining all the way to Chu? ,
The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing.
Your wet sail is dragging and unwilling to leave,
Birds in the shadows fly slowly.
We can't see the deep sea gate,
Only the branches of Pukou have just dropped.
Similarly, because of our great love,
We have water lines on our faces.
Send yuan twenty-one Xi
Don
Weicheng is drizzling,
The guest rooms are green and willow.
I advise you to drink more wine,
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.