Qingyang Taoist Song

Walking in the forest, the ground is full of leaves, the light and shadow are dazzling, and the sun sets in the west. The sound of the solitary Hong flying is far away, and I sit and watch the wind and clouds rise in the sea and sky. Traveling through the rivers and lakes with a sword and a drink, riding horses and peach blossoms at dusk, a handsome young man comes like a guest, not going on an excursion for utilitarian purposes.