Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road, the setting sun. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking up to the sky, "Look up to the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown." Look towards the sea. "Where is the hometown when the sun sets? Driving on the Yanbo River, people are sad and shed tears." All the tourists in the hometown are crying. I look at the solitary sail in the sky. "The sun is about to set." The floating clouds wandering around, the setting sun, the feelings of old friends, the poet makes me taste the nostalgia, cut Continuously, the reasoning is still confusing, don't have some nostalgia in your heart! The poet is accompanying me, thank you, I will work hard, have the pride of "being able to be the top of the mountain, embrace all the small mountains", and have, "Who says that the heart of a village grass can be rewarded Mimura Teru's filial piety, his leisurely mood of "picking chrysanthemums and looking down at the Nanshan Mountains leisurely", and his will of "I don't care much about my clothes, but I wish I could drive without a tail"! The poet accompanies me, what a deep love! Deeply sad! That long scene!