It was raining outside the temple, and the sound of flutes was faintly heard deep in the bamboo forest.
The city gate is mottled and entangled with tree roots.
Fold the umbrella and wet the spring shirt. You once made Luoyang paper expensive.
The bluestone bridge has moss marks scattered across it, and wooden clogs have stepped on it.
Chang'an is prosperous and Luoyang is prosperous.
History is in such a hurry that there is no time to look back, but you are still the same.