First couplet:
The Dianchi Lake, which is five hundred miles away, rushes into my eyes. Look: the divine horse is flying in the east, the spiritual instrument is flying in the west, it is winding in the north, and it is flying in the south. Why don't the masters choose to win? Take advantage of Xie Island and Luozhou to comb and wrap your hair with the wind and mist on your temples; the green sky and reed land are dotted with some green feathers and red clouds. Don't live up to it: surrounded by fragrant rice, thousands of hectares of clear sand, nine summer hibiscus, and three spring willows.
Second line:
Thousands of years of past events are brought to my mind, I drink wine and sigh, who is the hero? Think about it: the Han Dynasty practiced building boats, the Tang Dynasty marked iron pillars, the Song Dynasty wielded jade axes, and the Yuan Dynasty crossed leather bags. Wei Lie's great achievements have exhausted all his efforts to move mountains. All the bead curtains and painted buildings cannot catch up with the evening rain and morning clouds; then the broken stone tablets are all exposed to the falling smoke. I only win: a few pestles and sparse bells, half a river of fishing fire, two rows of autumn geese, and a pillow of clear frost.
This is a 180-word long couplet in front of the Daguan Tower in the southwestern suburbs of Kunming. The author is Sun Beard, a native of Kunming, and it was copied by Zhao Pan, a famous calligrapher in Yunnan.