Go back to Fupeng Lake and pass it to Fengchi.
Fine birds still peep at the sea, while foggy beasts always lean on the mountains.
Don't take the letter, hang the general officer at dusk.
The author walked at the gate, completely refreshed. I visited Penghu and Fengchi again, thinking that Jingwei was still adding to the sea and the fog beast was still leaning against the mountain. Finally, he didn't lose heart. The sun set and the sun shone on the river.