The pride is rising, the frost is flying in the new moon night, leaving him hesitant on the road ahead, the Big Dipper shines with stars. Still looking for the old days, my heart is wandering, and I am not afraid of the bone-chilling coldness. Xiudao is a young man who is frivolous and thinks about the past all day long. He has to take responsibility for his actions.
Respect the Emperor of Tang, look for the King of Qin, and return to Hanxiang. Hurt the present and miss the past, who can explain the pain of Erlang. Empty discussion of people's aspirations is not as good as thousands of rolls of Xiaoxiang and the bright moon shining on the river. Looking back at the dim place, my eyes are full of vicissitudes of life.