Beautiful and Long-Haired Dancers

The wild geese call, gradually vanishing in the blue sky,

Outside the window, snow falls as smoke rising up high.

The phoenix hair-pin is bright under the candle light,

The lovely pin let the pretty girl still a highlight.

As the horn-bugle calling the ancient timer,

The dawn light shines over the Altair and Big Dipper.

It is melancholy to look at the spring flowers,

The west wind is reluctant to leave for the winter.`