More not a worry, ever be drunk, Dou Hua Yin light rain.
　　Since this seems to be feeling, more leisure Yin.
　　Autumn in the West Wing Sipan, autumn shallow, unlike Wife.
　　The night comes on, for whom the slight, temporary dust mirror shame.
　　Zheng bombs, the old family partner, Yan sings youthful mind, the next means into sound.
　　Listen fledgling was from error, and status today.
　　Rouchang it is easily broken, human affairs, alone in Nanjin.
　　Cage birds near, a few other like the sound of spring birds.

　　Lucy leaves still green, rock medicine late move, sadly not like autumn shade.
　　Like plum with damp wind blowing degree Lin.
　　Remember that day, the West Gallery of months, the small screen light fan, cool deep human language.
　　Marked the beginning of the Qing, wake up drunk smile frown, what seems now.
　　Lingao want to assign, even years, decreasing mad heart.
　　Whom more than just lean, hard with susceptibility, early pay off Shen.
　　Jieshi Zhanglang Wind, bass is good, go listen to Wu sound.
　　And Ye Lan Wen Di, the enemy suddenly to quiet lapel.

　　江南二月春深浅，芳草青时，燕子来迟。
　　翦翦轻寒不满衣。
　　
　　清宵欲寐还无寐，顾影颦眉。
　　整带心思。
　　一样东风两样吹。
　　

　　Light did not come about.
　　Remarkable for changtae.
　　Numerous spines of peach blossoms text.
　　Static strange that loom behind closed doors, pick vegetables back to the beginning.
　　Tree birds quiet reminder.
　　Want to go wandering.
　　□ □ Do not long-commutative guess.
　　Xu was a quiet sunny place to play was playing green plum.