Word: Li Shutong
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. When will you return this? Do not hesitate.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.