Xuan Ming, look. It's raining in Xiangxi, Qiu Lai Zeguo. The waves open, the mountain light blows, and the sound of bamboo shakes the cold jade. Gulls and herons play in the evening, and the lotus flowers move and are fragrant red. Rise and fall through the ages, desolate Yang boat, looking at the north and south. Such as smoke cages and fog clouds. Know where the hub was embroidered in those days. Shen Xiang calyx thing, Xiao Ran injury □, Palace 36. Endure to listen to Song Ling at night, vaguely like a new song. Who is shaking the green now?