Jinse

Crossing the jade saddle eliminates the need for flags and chariots. The sun is dim and the sand is long. The clouds are outside the Han Mountains. The mist is foggy at Yanmen Pass. The wind is blowing and the wind is blowing. When will the lonely geese return in the desert? How many times have the children of the Central Plains seen this vast and tragic sky outside the Great Wall? When they left the Han Dynasty and entered the Hutian, they were so affectionate. Shen Jinse passed through Fenguan without missing it. The wild geese flew to the south. At the foot of Wu Mountain, the water of the Xiangjiang River was still warm. The autumn clouds moved. Deep in the palace, the sisters were often sad. Did the wild geese know what the princess of the Han Dynasty wanted? The cloud did not understand. Where was the daughter of Xiangxi? The wild geese traced the road far away and the mountains were broken. The tears in my eyes have already soaked through my clothes. They are all just for the sake of Rong Xiangye's petty selfishness and rebellion. The storm is rising. The Han and Hungarians share the same roots. They are worried about the fate of the country and the people's livelihood. How can I bear to sit and watch? Shen Jinse. When I left the northern part of the Great Wall, I traveled through thousands of mountains. I endured thousands of toils and hardships without complaining. Most of all, the love for my hometown is hard to bear. The nostalgia is cut endlessly. The memories of the past are haunting me. I still remember the sighs of trackers in the Three Gorges, the lingering thoughts of the Wushan goddess, the night rain in Bashan and the ponds full of autumn, and the smoke from the cooking stoves in Xiangxi Village at dawn. How could I have ever wanted to see this scene at this time in the past? Nowadays, everything touches my heart. I wish that the mountains and rivers of my hometown, Chang'an Palace, the rivers up and down the north and south of the Yangtze River, the fighting will cease forever and peace will prevail year by year. I will sprinkle mellow wine, clear my heart and aspirations, and bid farewell to the Central Plains forever.