(A name is Wang Jiangnan, Meng Jiangnan, Jiangnan Hao, Mengjiangkou, Wangjiangmei,
Return to Saibei, Xie Qiuniang, Spring is gone)
How much hate , in my dream last night. It's still like the old days when you were swimming in Shangyuan. Cars were like flowing water and horses were like dragons. The flower moon is in the spring breeze.
How many tears stained my sleeves and returned to my face. Don't worry about the tears,
Feng Shengxiu blows to the moon. Broken heart is even more doubtful.
The leisurely dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom. There are orchestral music on the boat and the river is green.
The city is filled with flying catkins and light dust. Worry about killing flower watchers.
Leisurely dreams are far away, and it is autumn in the southern country. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are cold and dusk,
A lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.