On the seventh day of the third month, we were caught in the rain on our way to Hu Sha. The umbrella has been put in front, and my companions are depressed, but I noticed it. It will clear up soon. I wrote this.
Forget the raindrops that fall on the leaves, why not sing?
When we move slowly, a poem These bamboo poles and sandals are more comfortable than saddle. There's nothing to be afraid of. I can spend my life in fog and rain.
The cold spring breeze woke me up and made me cold, but oblique.
The sunshine beckons to us from the high mountain top; Finally, I took a look at the scenery behind me, and I moved on, unaffected by wind and rain or sunny weather.