A poem that begins with the word sheep.

Looking for humanity among the sheep and horses on the road of Shi Jian Wuzhiyun, there is no one else outside Yanmenguan. In the past, I have heard of Yunzhong County. Today, there is no cloud to see the cattle and sheep in Fufu come down for a long time at sunset, and every Chai Men is closed. The breeze is a charming night, but the beautiful mountain is not your home. The spring water flows down from the stone wall, and the dew on autumn night condenses on the grass roots. Under the background of gray hair and bright lights, why did Butler rice splash the spark of good news?