Thousands of miles of ice,
Wan Li is white.
Watching the mountains rise and fall,
Like a python.
The black soil is polluted,
Like a wax figure.
There is an imperial pen hanging on the eaves.
Brilliant light,
The python group fought against the sky.
In the sunset,
Plums are in full bloom,
Red and fragrant.
White clouds are flying all over the sky,
Attract the madness of countless idiots.
However, the fairy is grinding,
Like a gallery;
Vilen sledge,
Through the poplar trees.
Handsome men and beautiful women,
Pretend to be fashionable,
Fight for the miracle of fear.
Full of affection,
Decorate the fireworks,
Only Hubei is the most demon.