Love you and treat bamboo as a respectable person.
You sing, I leave,
Han E's swan song Tangqu Cry.
Tomorrow will be a bald man,
The Japanese tune the golden tripod and read the incense.
I'm here to see the fix true guest,
Shi Ai accompanied him to pick incense.
You were born like a piece of jade,
Han's candlestick leans against the forest.
When will the moon shine on me,
Looking for poria cocos by the river every day.
I got a seed in the middle of the month,
Love to watch the water cross branches when it is inclined.
You are a dancing butterfly,
Han Xiangqi wandered around in the battle.
How about justice tomorrow,
Every day, every word becomes gold.