Dou Wei is adjacent to Yan State in Zhao Yan, surrounded by beautiful women.
Ice water, like jasper, is busy day and night.
Brothels were built on both sides of the strait, and thousands of families sang and laughed.
The world calls this a proud capital, and tourists often meet heroes.
You are as fluent as Luoyang Suu Kyi and Jianji.
Although there are no six countries to wear, the luxurious porch window veranda in front of the door is like a runaway horse.
There are hundreds of ounces of gold and several pairs of white jade.
Leave the gold, remain uncorrupted, go freely, and sing to return to your hometown.
Down and out, no one to follow.
This is a different place, the remote Yellow River and Huaihe River, with tens of millions of people.
At the beginning of 753, Li Bai returned from Youzhou to the south, and described the situation six years later in Li Bai's poem "Farewell to Heaven, Grace, Liu Yelang, Remembering the Past, Giving Wei a Good Defender":
"Gentlemen, listen to string songs and sit solemnly in Huatang. You are like ancient Wang Zhongwang and so on, but Tao is like Wang Zhongwang. Techno-pop diem in Changle Pavilion, a large-scale open wine feast, lists pots and cups. Green moths are sandwiched between Xian and Hao, and candles seem to walk in pairs. Drunk dancing is full, and songs fly around. "