Hundreds of steps of dangerous stairs trace the blue sky, and you can lean on the railing to absorb the strong wind.
The gold and silver palaces are in the sky, and the beautiful mountains and rivers are in one breath.
As time goes by, people in the court grow old, and ghosts in the sea become heroes.
I only pity the spring scenery of Chengnan Garden, where the lonely remaining flowers have fallen old red.
What is told here is love that transcends classes and nationalities.