"Yong Huai" The sun is shining brightly in the west, and the remaining light shines on my clothes. The returning wind blows on the four walls, and the cold birds depend on each other. Zhou Zhou still has his feathers in his mouth, and the crickets also feel hungry. How to lead the way, the chime breaks and forgets where you are going. How can I praise my reputation? Being haggard makes my heart sad. I would rather fly with the sparrows than fly with the yellow swans.
The yellow swan travels all over the world, will it return safely in the middle?