Original text
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and in good years the guests have enough chicken and dolphins.
There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
The flutes and drums follow the spring society, and the clothes and clothes are simple and ancient.
From now on, if you can take advantage of the moonlight leisurely, you can knock on the door all the time and night with your stick.
Translation
Don’t laugh at the farmers’ wine. In the year of good harvest, there will be plenty of delicacies to entertain guests.
There are mountains and rivers, and there is no way to go. Suddenly, the willows are dark green, the flowers are bright, and a village appears in front of you.
You play the flute, I beat the drum, we form a team to celebrate, the Spring Society Festival is approaching, commoners wear plain hats, and the simple ancient customs are still preserved.
From today on, if you are allowed to take a leisurely stroll by moonlight, I, a white-haired old man, will also take advantage of the night, leaning on a cane and knocking on the firewood door.