I would like to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. You should be like a rock, and I should be like pampas grass. The pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock does not shift.
The sky is blue, looking at the bright moon, hanging alone on the edge of the sky, who knows what I am thinking; lowering my head to see the horizontal boat, the clear water has no waves, and my thoughts are boundless