Today, there is no conclusive evidence to prove that ancient rivers and mountains. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng. There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.
Throughout the ages, there will be no permanent boundaries above mountains and rivers. With the sound of horns, herders come and go frequently in this land. At the same time, who can tell this desolation? Only the west wind blows the ancient Feng Dan wantonly. The bitterness left in this land should be incalculable. The land of Jin Ge's iron horse is the road for Zhao Jun to sacrifice his life for peace. How deep is Zhaojun's affection, just like the sunset in the mountains and the rain in late autumn.
This is my understanding of the word, which is not authoritative. I just hope I can help you.