"Ju Ge Xing" by Li Bai
Jade does not talk to itself like peaches and plums, and Bian He is ashamed to laugh with fish eyes.
There are too many blue flies in Chu State, and the white jade in the city has been slandered.
The trombone in Jingshan weeps blood, and loyal ministers die as foot-cutting ghosts.
Listening to the music, I know Ning Qi, Yi Wu because of my little wife.
Qin Mu’s five sheepskins bought Baili Xi to death.
When I was washing in the blue clouds, I was as humble as mud.
The old man with drums and knives sings in the morning, and the tiger transforms into a dragon in the stream.
In one fell swoop, they caught Liuhe and camped in Qiudong.
Who knows this old man in the music of Weishui River in his life?
But today’s people are like flying stars with their eyes.