The Milky Way is turning, and Qian Fan is drifting like a shuttle.
The dream soul seems to belong to heaven, and the emperor sent a message to invite it.
Ask politely: Please tell me where you will end up.
I reported to the emperor that it was a long way, and I lamented that it was not early at sunset.
Learn to write poetry, and people with witty sentences will be full of praise.
Wan Li is in the sky, Dapeng flies high.
Wind! Don't stop, send this canoe directly to Penglai Island.