漫步街头念故乡，昏灯人影两茫茫。

繁星闪烁不知泪，淫雨纵横犹自凉。

更有欢歌楼阁处，谁怜醉舞梦魂场。

但教衣锦羞明月，别使山城寄雁翔。

Walking on the street to read my hometown, the lights are yellow and the shadows are vast.

Neon flashes, tears do not know, wind and rain are still cool.

There are more singing pavilions, who pity the drunken dance dream soul field.

But the book clothes brocade will arrive next year. Don't send wild geese to the mountain city.