Don't hear from me beyond the water clouds.
I sent it at home because I crossed the river.
Asking for directions is even more worrying, and everyone will return empty-handed.
Today, Ji Cheng Bei, see Sai Hong Fei again.
Zhang Ji, a postal worker in Zhong Ping
The vast grass is as flat as the ground, and the long embankment is as curved as the city.
I don't know where to go at dusk, so everyone asks more about the future.