wild goose
Wan Li bid farewell to his hometown, while snow and rain stayed in Xiaoxiang.
A few lonely pillows are weeping, and several tall buildings are heartbroken.
I live in seclusion, and I move on when the breeze comes.
Hard to come to Heng Yue every year, wings destroyed the frost.
Zaoyan
In August, Uighur soldiers drew bows and arrows, geese flew in the wild and began to howl.
On the moonlit night, geese pass the dew, and the mournful sound reaches the dark palace of the palace.
You know, legal cigarettes in the north can no longer go home with spring breeze.
Please don't abandon a few people in Xiaoxiang. The moss in the water can avoid hunger and cold.