Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty
Author: Ma Zhiyuan
Original text:
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.
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At dusk, the afterglow of the sunset fills the earth.
The former green vines, such as green waterfalls, have long withered, leaving only withered branches and leaves, and the green trees in summer have long since grown old, leaving only hollow trunks. Crows seem to lament that autumn has come, and then fly to the blurred sky with their thin wings.
A small bridge that I don't know when it was built swayed slightly, and the water flowed tirelessly. Look at the sparse village, the smoke is curling up. I'm afraid the people inside have got together and had a meal talking and laughing.
Along this winding path, I wonder if I can go back to my home along this path. The west wind followed, and the cold penetrated the heart. The old horse seems to be shivering in the cold wind.
Unconsciously, the sunset was out of sight,
Sad is sad, people are at the end of the world, when can I return to my home?