The frost road is still cold, the mountain road is winding, and the insects are singing.
Gradually, the moonlight runs out, Xia Liu is full of valleys, the starlight disappears, and clouds flood into thousands of cities.
The rugged mountains and rocks make Gu Song green and light.
There is dazzling light when it comes out, melting snow and ice.
Changfeng sweeps, swaying and doing Kun, full of vitality.
Look at the vast grassland, galloping horses, aboveboard Mount Everest and soaring eagles.
The sails are full of shadows, the lights are bright, and the smoke waves are vast and flat.
On earth, listening to the cock crow, the sky is clear in Wan Li.
Original, take it.