A phoenix comes and flies around the sun. North, south, east and west, the sound is clear and clear. The orchids and jade trees are blooming with fallen flowers. There is a phoenix moving north and traveling up the river. Fire trees and silver flowers are coming, and the sea is coming to welcome you. As far as southern Jiangsu, the river is full of water. There is a phoenix bathing in the fire, and it is like nirvana. The river has stopped, looking at the moon and thinking about it. The drizzle falls on the parasol trees, bit by bit. There are two places in Phoenix, and I would like to meet in Jinling. They are lying together on the south branch, talking and smiling. The nine heavens are righteous, and the bright moon is the basis.