It rains heavily throughout the night,
the crazy autumn winds blow so high.
Rain washes all dust off everything,
while winds are constantly howling.
All bad stains are as well being bleached,
as if a sword being pulled out of its sheath:
all devils had nowhere to run away,
nothing can block the righteousness' way.
Justice is soaring up to the awe-inspiring sky--
devils will be killed by the Longyuan knife.
Ice fairies in jade skirts look so innocent,
They fly and dance elegantly for a moment,
then follow sweet winds to meet dusk clouds.
The night is cold, snow falls without sounds.
Tomorrow morning I will see some marks
left by beautiful swan geese in my yards.