Ziweihua Bailu

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Words:

Poetry is not cloudy, it is pale, and the white dew is frost.

Look at the trees on the mountain, Qingyun Laogan, Huaying Yezi, also gathering and hiding.

The craftsman swam to the forest and picked it up in one fell swoop.

You know, this is a great responsibility of heaven, and that place is still open.

Lang Wei Yu Pei Ding Dong. What happened? Huaqiuzhuang, Wuqiao.

The stars return to the new year, the wax spring is shallow, the brocade smoked cage is purple, and the chestnut cup is yellow.

Arouse the east wind, sober up and count Jia from the beginning.

In the Ming dynasty, the sleeves were full of incense while enjoying the orange banquet.

Vernacular translation (rhyming translation);

Didn't the Book of Songs say that "the white dew is frost"?

Look: the mountains are tall and the trees are big, the branches and old stems are straight in, the heroic and colorful rain and dew are moist, the essence is restrained, and the yang is hidden.

The woodcutter looked under the forest with an axe in his hand, and the selected person cut the axe and used it as a pillar.

You know, it was God who wanted to give it great use, and it was cut down for later display.

Wei Zilang, your petals jingle like Yu Pei. Why do you want to work in Wuqiao Village, a powerful village with Pei Gongling?

It's that again: the stars turn to the stars and the years change, the cold wax has begun to show spring, the Daphne is purple, and the chestnut glass is yellow.

Call the east wind, wake up drunk yesterday, and look at life from the beginning.

I'm going to Beijing tomorrow, and I'm going to the Palace to attend the "Orange Banquet", and my eyes are full of national beauty and fragrance.