Look at the boat, which is in and out of the storm. If you look at the mountains and rivers from a strange place, West Lake is like a small family. The incense burner produces purple smoke in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging on the Qianchuan River in the distance. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city. The sky is as cool as water at night. I lie down and watch Altair and Vega. After throwing the frost away, I leaned against the cold sky and watched it dripping with light ink. Good water and good mountains are not enough, and the horse's hooves urge them to return under the bright moon. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless. But seeing where his wife is worried, she writes poems and books and is wild with joy. I never get tired of seeing each other, only in Jingshan Pavilion. If you go to the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be a flower-watcher when you go out. The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close. If you don’t read flowery words every year, if you don’t feel sad, you will feel sick. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers. I hear broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. Don't be melancholy when you leave your soul, look at the hero with the sword. I feel homesick as I walk through the moonlight and stand up at night, recalling my younger brother who slept in the daytime watching the clouds. I used to see the chrysanthemums and bid farewell to you, but now I hear the cicadas and I return. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting. Sitting there, I feel that the songs of my age are generous, and I look at the desolate look of the sky and the earth. Is that enough? I'm so tired of typing on my phone.