Poems describing pavilions

Outside the pavilion, next to the ancient road,

The grass is blue,

The evening breeze blows the willow flute,

The sunset is beyond the mountain.

The edge of the sky, the corner of the earth,

Know each other half-scattered,

A spoonful of turbid wine makes me happy,

Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.

Outside the pavilion, next to the ancient road,

The grass is blue,

When will you come here?

Don't hesitate to come.

The edge of the sky, the corner of the earth,

Know each other half-scattered,

Life is a rare party,

Only leave the berth