Children are noisy in winter school, and the foolish and cowardly Zizhen is sitting on the shore.

I crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I looked at Bingzhou as my hometown.

I didn’t know that the flowers near the water bloomed first, I wondered if the winter snow had not melted.

Flying mirror under the moon, clouds form sea towers.

I want to chase with light cavalry, but the snow covers the bow and sword.

The flowers on the river are redder than fire at sunrise, and the river water is green as blue in spring.

The country is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain, and the city is covered with grass and trees in spring.

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a lover.