English Rendering
Vermilion Cliff's willows yearn for spring breeze,
Plum blooms on Yu Ridge still bear snow's freeze.
You ride a lean horse southward—I recall,
But who knows a true dragon behind thrall?
My homeland is a landscape beyond compare,
When shall we share these hills with kindred care?
Choose white egrets or Green Plains without despair,
Thatched huts we'll build—but which site shall we dare?
