The view is full of green mountains, with several ups and downs, but no river or sea can be seen.
Swinging his sleeves and flying, he stood in white clothes and lingered on the highest point of the mountain.
How many times have we sang and drank heavily, how many times have we wielded swords to the ends of the earth, how many times have we played in the world wearing white horses and clothes?
"Walking to a waterless place, sit and watch the clouds rise."
But Yan'er, such days have ceased since you left.
If all that is left is longing, then let this longing become a lifelong obsession!