No matter how heavy the mountains and rivers are,
The spring breeze is thousands of miles away.
You can see endless masterpieces of green mountains,
It is the most affectionate thing to stay like a bright moon.
No matter how crooked the mountain is,
Wen returns to the waterside to meet people.
The hero's shadow appears in the mirror and the dream comes,
The joyful dream comes in the cup.
No matter the morning, dusk and hardship,
Wen my dreams and tears.
Masterpieces are longing for each other but not longing for each other,
There are so many perfect sentences that are missing.
No matter whether it is autumn or spring,
My eyes are like smoke.
Where can there be fragrant grass in a masterpiece?
A city of eugenics has no old friends.
Whether it is a ghost or a god,
I am neither a monk nor a sage.
Masterpieces of heaven and earth can live in the world,
Thoughts follow the sun and moon to guide people and heaven.