You always tell me that parting is the beginning of the next meeting, so I comfort myself. But I always want time to pass slowly, and then slowly. I know we have to face separation again and again. The saddest place in the world is this farewell acie law. We came to the foot of Jingting Mountain, with green hills behind us and green water in front of us. Friend, when shall we meet again after this farewell? Let's sit down and recall the good times again! Do you remember? It was also at the foot of Jingting Mountain that I wrote such a poem, "Birds fly high, lonely clouds go to leisure alone, and we never tire of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain." After reading it, you repeatedly said that as long as you are with nature, you will never be lonely. But now, you are really gone like birds and floating clouds in the sky that day, flying away like grass, leaving Jingting Mountain with me, and my heart is so sad. You said that no matter how beautiful the sunset is, there will be sunset, and tomorrow will be a new sunrise. I'll be back. We'll meet again. Then let my endless disappointment and helplessness turn into a blessing to you! In the gorgeous glow, Ma Benxiao is singing loudly. Goodbye, my friend! Wave a hand, remember my blessing, and write a poem to send you on a long journey: looking at your friends from afar, the blue line in the north of the city is broken, and the green water in the east is around. Here you must leave me, drift away and travel thousands of miles alone.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.