Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves.
The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.
You must remember a good year, especially when it is orange and green.
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
After dusk, Dongli handle wine, dark fragrance full of sleeves.
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers.
An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.