Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Three thousand miles of mountains and rivers, forty years of home country.
After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, just like this Egret Island divides the river.
Seven or eight stars are in the horizon, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain.