The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky

When I come out with a thousand calls, I still hold my pipa half-hiding my face

The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are cutting. Like a whisper

Green, taken from blue, and green from blue; ice, from water, but cold from water.

Therefore, if you do not accumulate steps, you cannot reach a thousand miles; if you do not accumulate small streams, you cannot reach a river or sea.