Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
Listening to the mourning of Zheng on Yueyang Tower, the downstairs is desolate and lonely.
There is no dust in the sky, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
The lake and the moon are connected with the sea, and the sky is endless.