(1) But since the water is still flowing, let's raise our glasses to drown our sorrows, even though we use swords.

(2) How much worry can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

(3) If you keep cutting, the reason will be chaotic. It is sadness, especially a taste in my heart.

(4) How much leisure do you have? A misty rain in Sichuan, the wind in the city, and the yellow rain in plums.

(5) Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow.