On a flat forest, smoke fills the air, and the mountains in autumn leave a sad blue. Twilight has been reflected in the high-rise building, and someone is upstairs alone, with a burst of worries.
She stood there staring at the jade ladder in vain for a long time, and how anxious the flocks of birds were to fly back to their homes. Where is your way back? A long pavilion is followed by a short pavilion.
The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilions and short pavilions