Clouds want clothes, flowers, and capacity,
Spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal the richness.
if it weren't for the first sight of the Yushan Mountain,
it would meet Yaotai under the moon.
a red dew condenses fragrance, and
sex and rain in Wushan waste heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace?
Poor Feiyan leans on her new makeup.
The famous flowers fall in love with the country, and
they look like kings with smiles.
Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful,
The agarwood pavilion leans to the north and languishes.