The warm monsoon can't blow into Lanzhou
It's like taking a sip of hard liquor, leaving only dry, spicy and stiff
sheep's head and cow's bone, jumping out of boiling soup
hanging on the wall, in front of the coffin, and hanging around the neck
Tonight, the world is silent and the stars are clear
. The river wind is cold
The crow falls on my head and quietly leaves
Tonight I am on the iron bridge for more than one hundred years
I think of my sister, Delingha, and the sun in Al
Tonight I obey God's will and go with the flow
You drink my wine, and I won't go back and forth with you
-In the middle of the year of Ji Hai, in Yinchuan.