Love to invite old friends to watch fishing.
You know I'm a lone ranger,
Luling once remembered to draw a brocade hall.
Once jumbo left and never came back,
I'm ashamed that my officials are still bound,
Love horses and ride into the imperial city.
You know my heart,
The roots of Lushan Mountain are hundreds of miles long.
River fish can catch fish, but swim west,
I thought I was the king. In the past,
I love monks, but I don't like monks in purple.
You sing, I leave,
Liu Kanpan outside Lujiang City.
Jiang Hai's humble ministers are informal,