The old man reminisces about his youthful arrogance, pulling the yellow (horse) on the left, holding the blue (horse) on the right, wearing a brocade hat and a mink fur coat, with k riders sweeping across the flat hills. To repay the beautiful city by following the governor, personally shooting the tiger, and watching Sun Lang. With wine flowing and courage swelling, though my hair is slightly frosted, what does it matter? Holding the token in the clouds, when will I send Feng Tang? I will pull the carved bow like a full moon, looking northwest, aiming at the celestial wolf!