Lonely smoke from the desert went straight into the river and the yen fell.
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
At the age of Jin River, Yu Tong Fu, Ma Ce, and Dao Huan made the system.
In the third spring, Snow White returned to Zhong Qing, and the Yellow River in Wan Li bypassed Montenegro.
In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach.
Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
Long-distance visitors in the autumn of Wanli, with my hundred years of sadness, climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has formed a bitter frost on my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick dust in my wine.