You can use an ancient poem: the old road is in a hurry, and the sunset flies. Tang Yin is still far away, and it may be the return of an old friend.
Across the sea at night, I smell the flute, and the flying geese wander. The clouds break the mountains and close, and the grand view opens.
Seeing flowers in the fog is very quiet, _ the sound of falling. Breaking clouds and hiding far away, birds enter the mountain city. Yuxi village is misty and rainy, and bream catches water marks. Looking for Liu Xia in spring, picking up the rhyme wine at the beginning of the temperature.