Didi Jin by Liang Yusheng
On a sunny day in March, the orioles are chirping round and round. I wonder whose house is home for the pleasure? Indulging in the misty scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, I looked around at the vast grassland in the north of the Great Wall. I admired the grace of Prince Wuling. Do you remember that crazy beggar Shang Dianlian? Lingyun misty sea condenses light, where are the doubts and no doubts? Let’s hear the roar of Wu City singing “Jade Gong Yuan” again