The smoke cage is cold, the water is moon cage and the sand is
The golden sand water beats the clouds and the cliff is warm
The sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep in it
The lonely sandbank is cold
The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles
The flat sand is as yellow as the sky
The white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars
Talking and laughing to clear the sand for you
Lord Grim, lying drunk on the battlefield