The girdle brings a new atmosphere,
The morning walk soars high and turns green,
When I wake up, I still love duckweed.
The girdles of the girdles are astonishing to the stone majesty.
A handful of red silver grains are cooked in the morning cooking.
It wakes people to enlightenment and intoxicates them to doubt.
Reading with your hair tied up,
There is no end to the fun of studying in the morning,
After waking up, you are still holding hands.
I put my slips under the high pavilion,
Get up in the morning and walk in the dew,
I woke up drunk by your side.