Bo Wang
The cool breeze in Su Su wakes me up.
Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.
There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love.
The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.
Wing style
Yu Shinan
Dance with light sleeves, and the song will end.
Moving branches give birth to shadows, blowing flowers and sending fragrance far away.