The wind and waves of the sky,
People used to do this in the past,
The saint of poetry and wine.
It's hard to take a photo of a ginseng merchant on a stranger's road.
Have a good night.
There are shadows in the mountains without water,
The water crosses the sky and is far away.
Laughing frivolously,
It's a matter of mortal fate.
The peach tree sings the praises of peach blossoms.
————————————"Man Ting Fang"