The rivers and mountains that look up thousands of miles are prosperous, but the jade steps on the way out are cold at this time. In the ups and downs of political struggles under the overwhelming imperial power, in the past three crossings, there were several cool autumn days, my clothes were like the white snow of Cangshan Mountain, my eyes were filled with the flat sand and autumn moon, and my face was as beautiful as the waves of the Chengjiang River. Looking back, I see that half of my life is happy, and the other half of it is rough and desolate. I am engaged in clutching and breaking up, but I am proud and smile. If I escape from this mortal world, I would like to be on the solitary peak in the moon, and howl in the clouds. Birth, old age, illness and death are unavoidable. Hate and hatred have long been eliminated. Without love, there is no separation. Just a little bit, and you can't get it. When I look back, I can see a little rain leaking from my soul, but I can still see that he is still strong and strong despite his years in the world of mortals.
Thousands of mountains and clouds are falling to the sky, and the river wind is blowing and the water is rising
There are idle people coming and going, why bother to bend down and bow randomly?
As the past is passing away, we should forget each other and never remember each other.
The cold gray reflects the snow, both are white. Once the day is gone, we should rest together
Before paying homage to each other, we give each other gifts when we return home on a snowy night.