- To the twentieth-century Chinese poet Frosted full of clothing, a solitary swan goose to fly over the cold Ferries of the flute man standing - back east Dream bang drums, waking a clock Loss of candidates who ah Lee Your blood comes from the neglected cemetery in the flood Long-buried skeletons to snow tomorrow Waste paper money in the tower before flying Canbei Stitch pulling the ancient tomb of the fragrant flow out quiet Flute in the face frosted fall ah Qingming long past, who in the cemetery outside the name of colorful umbrellas? It is surrounded by clouds, but after the late September Polygonum grass on the bank open desolate and lonely I still remember the afternoon heavy rain in the city of Chang'an Ray pattern embedded in the incense business Fragrance smoke curl rocketing Silent spring grass green on the steps of your After the rain stopped, the sleep is your ancient You dream of a dragon, dream with the wind, you dream of a unicorn Boundless Fall on, with the frosting to bad to worse Back east, who lost in the weather ah The music and thank the aesthetic locked two thousand Wu Yue When the rain Yan Qu Ronin's return you Ah you were pale flute Aboriginal knowing about the Yangtze River flows east as ever 1962