Call it a drum punch.

The past was a great guide,

Snowflakes are everywhere, and plums are falling.

I hope the son of heaven will return to nature,

Howling shouldn't be anything sad.

Chen Jichang wants to write a spine,

All monks are upright.

I now advise my son to be sad,

The resentment of calling Che Qingming.

Chencang Shigu is wrong again,

Dongfeng refused to make peace after the snow.

I'm not in heaven or on earth,

Make me angry, want food, cry east and cry west.

Chen Mo's words are very clear:

Snow belt east wind washes the painting screen.