Watching the sunset, you can't help but feel the weather and vicissitudes of life.
Praise for the lame hero, but he is in a foreign land, leaving the city wall.
When you taste the loose rhyme of hibiscus, you can't help but drink the tea when it's cool.
Gather together again with a handful of ashes and listen to the roar of the Yangtze River, the sound of the waves remains the same.