The hibiscus falls all over the sky. Waves rise at dusk. The two swallows flying on my back stick to the cold clouds, and I ask alone by the east bank of the small building, leaning against the lantern to watch.
In the floating life, we only respect the old people. Chang'an Road is covered with snow. The old friend is on the high platform morning and evening. Give me Jiangnan Chunse and Yizhimei.