Western Hills
Ningbi Xishan suddenly degenerated into sight.
Frightened temples appeared from the clouds.
The toes of the sunset are red, and the higher peaks are red.
The color is darker, and waterfowl come and go.
Live in seclusion for many years in a city that doesn't know how to rest.
Suddenly, my heart ached for the flowers and trees in the mountains.
There are nine desolate and uninhabited families in the knocking room.
Chenopodium by the well crosses the road.
White clouds that come in the evening but have no intention of unwinding.
From time to time, foxes and rabbits, whose homes are in the dark valley, appear.
The idea of a beautiful woman's cabin attracted all the girls.
Canju is like a rare star, and it is lonely when it hurts itself.
On the moon, the breeze is natural and unrestrained, but it still shakes Kojo.
I can't hear the old woodcutter's song, but I hear the crying of the wild.
At this moment, the leader is full of coolness and beauty.
Don't be sad for long.
The children in the same trade can't see the tears under my eyes.
Still, the dawn has arrived, and you are urged to work hard at night.