Thousands of miles of lonely clouds, traveling gradually far away, where are my old friends? In the cold window dream, I still remember walking on the old road. There are not many willows in a row. The first thing is the unpleasant night rain. After being shocked, we looked at each other in the shadow of the candle, hugging each other and being speechless. Where will Zhang Xu return? Half scattered, there are gulls and herons on the broken bridge. Tired of traveling to the end of the world, I have a good heart at this time. I just worry about shedding tears in Xizhou and asking Du Qu if he is there? Fear
It's cold in the green sleeves, still leaning against the plum blossom tree.