The first half of the five strings of the middle pipe,

The autumn grass does not grow in the three-path place.

The moonlight is about to reach Nagato-den,

When I wake up from the drunkenness, I see you in front of the bed.

The music book should be buried in jade for a long time,

The Yuefu plays the music of the transverse flute.

The egrets have formed a row in the middle,

The autumn sky is like auspicious clouds.

The moonlight is long and the letter goes up alone to the building.

The wine is not poisonous and will make you live longer.

The sound is not in harmony with the twelve harmonies,

There is no way to make music.

There is someone here who is welcome to stay.

The autumn wind is about to move and play with the growing poplars.

The moonlight song is blowing in Zhaoyang,

The wine is filled with gold and the moon is still young.

The sound has no cause since then,

The music is like heavenly music and can be heard day and night.

Looking at the jade girl's embroidery,

The shadows of fireflies follow the tall willows in the autumn wind.

The moonlight shines on the flowers and the forest, and everything looks like sleet.

There is also money left behind when the wine flag is turned over.

After nearly three years of separation,

Le family rode a dragon into the blue sky.

It contains the blessing emperor Bao Shidu,

The autumn wind regrets not remembering the perch.

The moon is cold on the river and the clear night is sinking.

In the wine, the beauty embraces the hatred.

The voice and appearance are lonely in spring,

I enjoy visiting the spring garden and looking at the goose feathers.

The flutes and drums playing in the middle of the stream are truly admirable,

The autumn moon and solitary mountains face each other.

The moon is setting, the stars are faint, and the drums are beating,

The music and singing are endless while drinking.

The sound and appearance are like those across the peach stream,

When Yue Guang died, the ice mirror was rare.