Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower Smells the Flute.
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
Listening to the flute on the fortress is of high quality.
Snow-clean horses graze in the daytime, and Qiangdi guards the building in the moonlight.
Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.
Li Yi, smelling flute in spring night.
In Hanshan's "The Flute Calls the Earth", the exiles look at each other with tears.
Countless geese parked by the lake in the evening have been eager to fly north until dawn.