Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
It's late autumn dusk. The vine is dead, the tree is old, and the west wind is blowing. The road is an ancient road, and the horse is a thin horse. How can a wanderer keep moving forward in the face of such bleak scenery? Look at the small bridge flowing water, people are so peaceful, so quiet and so warm, but their hometown and relatives are so far away. The weather is getting cold, and everything at home is worrying. As a wanderer, you have to ride a tired thin horse and wander around the world. How can this situation not be heartbreaking?