Outside the sunset bird, the autumn wind and the moon are on the original, and the eyes are broken for four days.
The clouds that have gone are traceless. Where is the expectation of the past?
The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.
2. Chang 'an willow in March, spring breeze blowing dusk.
Flowers fly in the ditch, and leaves are beside the smoke in the Han Palace.
The shore is still broken, and the current is even less pitiful.
There are infinite trees in my hometown, scattered in the battlefield.