Han things are hesitant then footsteps are trampling.
　　Yanling I was moving the end of days stubborn things.
　　Lun once threw wire, mountains and rivers Jiuding contempt, Gao Yi Rin people cold.
　　Bamboo and Silk Fei-wu things, fearless of any Teng Qian.
　　Asked the head, have similar, stool top.
　　A few years down the mountain, people still know the Han attire.
　　Words of more than fame son, what today into dust, battle-resembles the hard times.
　　Smile of Blessing, the name and from the fishing boat.