Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
Rain: 1 Wen Jun's return date is uncertain, and it rains at night in the autumn pond.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
We rode lightly loaded horses, carried heavy snow, and pursued them with our bows and swords.
This is not snow in the distance, because there is a fragrance coming.
Grass: 1 The rambling grass overflows the plain and comes and goes with the seasons.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.