Looking up a few times, the curtain is dark and the snow is floating.
The thick frost is freehand, and the plain trees are bare.
Birds are far away in spring, and cars are full of gossip.
Clouds reflect the sun, and ancient roads block the wind.
(the second song)
Red, thin, fragrant and clear pools, the ancient Langya Road is beautiful.
Listen to the moss on turquoise and the ink on Xiyan Lake.
Xuan Di left a crane shadow in front of the view, and drunk the sages beside the pavilion.
In Tsutenkaku, outside the Nantianmen Gate, the drums at dusk ask Buddha's fear.