I have nothing to give you as a gift, but hold on to this generation of Yaohua.
Sijun gave me peaches and plums, and here I hope you will get beautiful roses.
The swans paid tribute to the Tang Dynasty, and the mountains were high and the roads were far away. Mianyang Lake was lost and fell to the ground crying. Restore the Holy Son of Heaven, and be able to spare Mian Bogao. The gift is light but the affection is heavy, sending goose feathers thousands of miles away.
The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoof disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
The new chrysanthemums bloom in the early frost, and the wine is empty. Thank you for making me pity the sick and disabled, so that I can avoid being lonely and leaning on the east fence.
I feel grateful that you are holding a gift to comfort the withered, and the jade and snow are shining brightly to see all the elders.
When the world is moved, the kindness is as great as the sky. Indeed, there are times in the world where hearts and true love can change.