The flowing river and the vine bridge enjoy the swallow , I'm drunk with yellow flowers .

The sound of the warbler is just like the sky looking at the sun , The shadow of the butterfly flutters and loves the rosy clouds alone .

There's no boat under the willow, and I'm crossing the river , There is a moon by the stream .

I'm sorry that my old friend is far away from home , Wisps of leisure and sorrow are as chaotic as hemp .