The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, the green mountains are empty to people
The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, the green mountains are empty to people.
From "Farewell to the King on his Eleventh Journey to the South" written by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
Looking at the king, the smoke and water are vast, and the towel is stained with tears while waving his hand.
The flying birds are nowhere to be seen, and the green mountains are empty to people.
The Yangtze River is sailing far away, and the setting sun is spring across the lakes.
Who can see that on Tingzhou, the white apples are full of lovesickness and sorrow.