This spring has passed again. When is the year of return?
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
On the road, endless homesickness rises, and green mountains and green waters seem to be their hometown.
People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.
Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.