As each season comes and goes, the grass on the plain is boundless.
They grew taller in the spring breeze, and wildfire never completely swallowed them.
Arriving at the crumbling city gate, they pressed sweetly on the ancient highway.
I heard them sigh behind you, oh, my friend's prince, you left again.
Chileger
Folk songs in northern dynasties
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.