1. Original text
Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting. Try to look up from the transcendent platform, half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers. Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain.
After eating cold food, I wake up and sigh. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.
2. Translation
Spring has not passed yet, the breeze is gentle, and the willow branches are dancing diagonally. Try to climb up to the Transcendental Terrace and look out from a distance. The half-filled spring water in the moat is flickering slightly, the spring flowers are bright everywhere in the city, and the misty drizzle is scattered in the city, making it difficult for thousands of households to see clearly.
After the Cold Food Festival, I sobered up and sighed because of homesickness. Don't miss your hometown in front of old friends. Let's light a new fire to brew a cup of freshly picked tea. You should write poems and get drunk while you are still in your prime.