Sheng Shige

One or two old friends are no longer seen, but the thirty-six peaks are still before our eyes... In front of listening to Fengxuan, the red leaves covered the mountains and fell asleep. In his eyes, the early winter snow would be the last time to fall on the dry and yellow land of Yanbei. The governor, who was no longer young, rode a donkey and left the manor, which was located deep in the mountains and flowed with the spirit of Zen. The flowers fell and fell to dust. In the past, the youthful romance, the war and the iron horse, have all gone with the flow...