I pinned the sunset on my lapel, and the afterglow gave me an old horse to lead. I was passing by the houses in Yancun, just like the flowers were blooming in my hometown back then. After getting drunk and drinking tea, I went to find a restaurant in an ordinary alley. We are all considered old friends. The bottom of the bowl is the end of the world.
Folding flowers to the south of the Yangtze River, facing the spring breeze and red wax; drinking horses to the north of the Yangtze River, facing the west wind and yellow sand.
Sleeping stars, sleeping on frost flowers, traveling north and south as you please, regardless of winter or summer.
Intention: I want to ask who is as big-minded as me? Receive the sun, moon, mountains and sea together!