When the rain passes through Jincheng Pass, the white horse rushes back. Several times the water of the Yellow River flows, and the road is poor.
The ramen is delicious only by Mr. Ma. Delicious food is hard to come by again, looking back on my hometown is far away.
Recite the Sutra at sunrise, and the white pagoda is empty at dusk. Burning incense and sighing, only looking forward to beef noodles.
Entering the mountain is not the five springs. To nourish the heart, you must be clear. The mountains are quiet and the waves are sounding urgently, and I enter a fairyland in silence.