The courtyard is full of fragrance, Qin Guan. The mountains are covered with clouds, the sky is sticky with decaying grass, and the sound of drawing horns cuts off the Qiaomen. Pause the expedition and chat about sex to lead Li Zun. How many old events in Penglai can only be looked back in vain, filled with mist. Outside the setting sun, there are thousands of jackdaws, and flowing water surrounds the isolated village. When the soul disappears, at this moment, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and the belt is lightly divided. He won the brothel, but he survived in name. When will we see you again? There are crying marks on the sleeves. From the injured place, Gaocheng can be seen, and the lights are already dusk. Appreciation: This poem describes the sadness of male and female lovers when they part, and expresses the feelings of failure in career. Gradually from the description of the scene, "wiping" and "sticking", the lower characters are exquisite and vivid, and the distant scenery is included in the painting. The horn sounded the time, and after pausing for a moment, "Li Zun" said the farewell banquet, which was a scene of twilight and people walking in a hurry. "Old things in Penglai" are three sentences, recalling the old love, how much lingering, infinite wandering, suddenly came to my heart. Inserted descriptions of external scenes add to the sense of desolation and intensify the mood of farewell. The sachet and the belt are decorated with "fen" and "jie", and at the moment of farewell, the tenderness and intimacy are inseparable, just in front of the eyes. "I won't win", "When will we see you", thinking about the past and the past, feeling sorry for myself, helpless, forcing tears to stain my sleeves, and the separation reaches the climax. The boat is sailing far away, the city is out of sight, and the night is deep, but I still look back and stare with endless care. The brushstrokes are delicate, the thoughts are lingering, and the scenery is poetic and profound.