Sighing and splendid.
Yichuan Tobacco fills the city.
Guan Guan Jujiu, in the river island.
The peach blossoms shine brightly.
The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost.
The green plum has fallen, but where is the bamboo horse?
Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely.
But for the sake of your Majesty, I still ponder it.
The agreement between life and death is broad, as told by Zicheng.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
A graceful lady, a gentleman is a good man.