| 1 | South Hongyan line, hide, good brother. | |
| 2 | The autumn wind the harp. The day was cold. Again in the swan goose when fly south. For a little while. | |
| 3 | Send Sound To ask Cernan thing, only in mid-Hong Yanfei. | |
| 4 | Pine shadows poetry goose, white wagtail, Shiyan wine before. | |
| 5 | Look at these birds, do you know they fall in love with each other at first sight. |