Text text: Passing through Cangshan Mountain, looking around at the wind and rain, I asked where the white deer would return to live? There is little talk in the world, but there is only this song. How long will it take for the chaos to end? The waves of smoke are faint and the sky is full of clouds. Who can I hear whispering through the veil? Walking on the moon and flowing wind, traveling thousands of miles, watching the fragrance and shadows under the trees. "Ji Shuying, you are not upright at all!"