I was eighteen or nineteen years old in the south of the Yangtze River.

I was about to arrive at Huguan Village at dusk.

I walked along the road full of poplar flowers in Yugou,

and meditated. Don't dare to complain about the spring breeze,

Quietly singing to the secluded scenery,

Going to the suburban temple to sing in praise of your beauty.

Different Han Ju Shu Chongjiu,

I am about to arrive at Huguan Village at dusk,

Liang Wang’s old mansion rests on the tidal ditch,

Five The weeping willow trees are green and the wind blows.

It's a pity that we have arrived at such a good time.

It's most beautiful when we sit alone on Nantai.

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