The moon is covered with gauze in the wind, the river flows infinitely, and there are no floating ducks. It relies on the beauty and prosperity, but the road is thousands of meters high and the water is narrow. There is no beauty in the spring and autumn, leaving only the bright moon and the end of the world. When the wind blows up, I send you ten miles of incense, but you can't find it when I look for it?
After drinking, let it be lonely, carefree alone, and ride northward. Chatting in the tea house paints a picturesque picture of the country. The strong pines and green cypresses can't hold back the green spirit. The flowers of the season are blooming for the first time. In the wind, the blue clothes are floating, and the world is romantic. There is no need to wake up in the vast world, just step on the clouds and songs.