Shake off the dust of Chang 'an chariots and horses, and the green hills are good under your eyes.
Life is long, and the years are idle.
I'm worried. Who knows?
Plum blossoms are in full bloom in spring, and poets come here to play.
Shake off the officialdom of Chang 'an.
I only see the green mountains in front of me.
Sigh that life is ups and downs and the years are in a hurry.
Looking at the vast waves in front of me, I suddenly filled with melancholy.
This kind of inner pain can only be hidden in my heart.