Ouyang Xiu's Translation of Huanxisha

Tourists chasing flowers in Huanxi sandy land

[Song] Ouyang Xiu

People in the upper reaches of the levee rowed boat by boat. Slapping on the bank, the spring is falling. The green poplars by the lake set off the small building, and the girl's voice on the swing came.

Don't laugh at the old man with white hair still burying his head in the flowers. I frequently change cups with the euphemistic pipa melody of Liu Yao. Where is life like respecting the former?

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Those who enjoy spring on the embankment follow the original boat, and the spring water ripples and constantly hits the embankment; When the sky hangs at four o'clock, from a distance, water and sky meet. In the small building surrounded by poplars by the lake, laughter seemed to see the beautiful figure on the swing.

Don't joke that the white-haired old man still wears flowers. I often exchange cups with the euphemistic pipa "Six hexagrams". When can life be as comfortable and relaxed as drinking, without too much sorrow!