Under the endless falling trees, the endless Yangtze River rolls in.
The heart is like a double wire mesh with thousands of knots in it
The water flows straight down three thousand feet, doubtful It is the Milky Way that has set for nine days
The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the three-layer thatch on my house
The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold
Three mountains are half-dark in the sky Outside, Bailuzhou is divided into two waters
Outside the seven or eight starry sky, two or three drops of rain fall in front of the mountain