Yan Shu's Walking on the Beach
The sea is crystal clear, and there is a road to Yaotai. On second thought, I went to see Feitian for the first time. I couldn't think of it then, but I can't think of it now. I can't find it in a place with high mountains and high waters.
Dust falls on the mat, and smoke locks the fragrant boudoir. How can I give you a written letter? Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.