Yuan Zhi Tavern

The emperor's son descended to Beizhu, his eyes were dim and worried. The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the wooden leaves. Climb the white weeds and look forward to the sunset. Why are the birds gathering among the apples, and why are the weeds gathering on the trees? There are orchids in the valley and there are orchids in the river. I miss the young master but dare not speak. Looking into the distance from the desolate landscape, I can see the murmuring water.