Zhang Jingwen, I love you.

Give you wine, talk about the world,

Is it sweet to open your lips and teeth?

Rest in a quiet place and savor slowly.

Fairy ghosts have poems.

I didn't say right or wrong,

Love, hate and love will eventually come to an end.

Just wait until you see snow-like hair,

Leave a fragrance and pass it on to future generations.

To .....................,

... Zhang (surname) ..................?

..... Jing ..............,

.........., ............

.............., I,

.......... love. ............

..... You ..............,

... in ...................

The first and second sentences are attached only for the integrity of the whole poem.