(Ao Taiwan fishing rhyme with the east slope of red jade. Taiwan, the first beach in the pavilion) With high balcony far, see the country desolate sea, high autumn clouds things. Shen Yang Ping, a few islands, vast and lonely days hanging walls. Miliary Void, ephemera world, embrace all snow and ice. Breeze moon, seen in my three heroes sit. Cang cold for love twilight, sky and down, outfitting Zhao Ming to be made. A boundless expanse of glass in autumn, the outer to sail out off. Waving fairy, Paijian Buddhist, I ride a whale loose hair. Ao fishing platform, called the moon goes down. .