Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
The wind and waves in the sky don't remember Sue. Thousands of chariots galloped on the snowy and sunny river. But it's full. I'm sorry.
Green sleeves cling to the wind and lingering catkins, and red lips are rotten and drunk. Your majesty, ah, pliers and cream whiskers.
Translation:
I only remember the wind last night, but I don't remember when I woke up and watched the heavy snow on the river. I thought this year's wheat harvest would be good next year. As long as the people are full, I won't worry.
Singer Lin stood in the wind, the snowflakes flying around him were like catkins, and the red lips after drinking were as gorgeous as cherries. I caught off guard in front of the glass and touched my white beard.