When winter comes, all the flowers are gone? The sky is wide and the trees are low.
Willow Qingqing river level, smell Lang river singing songs.
Since ancient times every autumn sad lonely, I say autumn wins the spring dynasty.
Bamboo path through the quiet place, Zen room flowers and trees deep.
Midsummer bitter night short, open xuan Na slightly cool.
Qin Mingyue Han Guan, long March people have not yet.
The first summer is still clear, and the grass is not resting.