Obviously thanks to nature.
Let the poet be the chief drinker,
I will brew pine flowers and spring flowers.
Know the true path of spiritual support,
Knowledge is the drinker of Xie Gong's poems.
You sail along the You Jiang in a canoe,
Xiao Xia, the edge of the embankment, lingers,
Reading Jiao Ying is simply crying.
Let the emperor's mouth touch,
My heart is only with the sky.
Knowing the gold ring and the old body,
Cattle and sheep who know the way need not be led.
You are a dancing butterfly,