Now I recall the benefits of Jiangnan, when the wind was young, the spring clothes were floating and the manners were graceful.
I rode my horse in Damascus and leaned against the bridge. The women on the ground were conquered by my heroism.
The boudoir barrier twists and turns, setting off the deep, which is where I am intoxicated.
Now if I can be like that again, I won't want to come back until I'm old.