Holding a glass of wine and looking at the mountains and rivers, his heart is like a mirrored lake, without waves or waves, his body is like a solitary cloud, elegant and indifferent, without joy or sorrow, his nature is ruthless, who can catch his eye?
With her slender hands, she plays a piece of fairy music; with her wide sleeves, she makes a dance on the river. Green dance clothes, graceful dancing posture. Singing and dancing, it is a leisure time for a while, just like this in autumn.
Pour him a glass of wine and enjoy the mountains and rivers thousands of miles together. Hand in hand with the mountains and rivers, hidden in the mountains and forests. I don't envy the flying birds, but I hope I will have no regrets throughout my life.
How many things happened in those years are left for future generations to comment on.