Weicheng Qu Weicheng is a light dusty and rainy city, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. There seems to be no one on the empty mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Farewell, friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain, until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back? Acacia when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches? Take a hug home for me as a symbol of our love.