"Grape juice, delicious and sweet.
In front of that mountain, it showed a deep-eyed face.
The sun in August is in the blue sky,
Heat and burn, let the cold mountain wind dissipate.
Purple wild fruit attracts red sun side;
Please taste the sweetness of this string of fruit.
Juice flows slowly along the blood vessels of the sun,
It contains the infinite joy of you and others.
Ah! It's almost the end of the year, a mature year,
Night came, bringing a biting cold.
There are clouds in the sky, and before sunrise,
Frost is covered with unique vines like a net. "