It's dawn, who will dye the drunken red leaves in Sichuan?
Those are tears in people's eyes!
South, north,
Sunset can't tell you how to give up,
Only the fallen flowers are speechless, and the grass is cold and sorrowful.
I had a knot last night, but I didn't. Leave today, leave sorrow and parting.
I don't know where you fell asleep tonight,
Don't let me have nowhere to look in my dreams.
Dada's horseshoe points to the gazebo,
The waving man is still unwilling to fall in love,
Light smoke in the twilight,
Covered up the deep feelings of seeing off.
Sunset, ancient road,
Stubborn Iraqis have long been speechless;
Millet, autumn wind,
The surrounding mountains are just reflected everywhere.
Seeing the green hills blocking the sparse forest,
How to bear the dribs and drabs of the four kings?