In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower"
I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower.
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.
There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat.
The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.
The young mermaid in Jie Jiang listened to the rain.
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak.
Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.