Warm heaven and earth neutralize water, and wind and sand are far away.
It is as strong as gold. Look down at the Antarctic old man star.
Down the sarong candle shines, and the peaks rush to the arch.
The Lishe Hotel is depressed in autumn, and it is another dry autumn night.
Clouds and lonely trees are idle, and the wine is gone.
There is no news of Qingyu, and no one lives here.