Notes on Penglu

Washed away by the wind and drifting sand, it has been ups and downs for hundreds of years. As time goes by, flowers bloom and butterflies bloom, for whom can the beauty be as beautiful as it is? I hate the long song, three or two places, dusk sun and spring snow. I know you, I should be on good terms with you last night and tomorrow. The sky is beyond the clouds, and the slanting light is rolling back. If you can't keep it, it will always be the moon in the water. What's the use of the palace in the sky? A stranger in the water, parting from others.