It's easier to see when it's not. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan.
Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
On paper, you will feel shallow and never know.