Earthly immortals are born in the blessed land, and heavenly immortals come and go in the cave. I have a plum blossom to steal a ray of heavenly secrets!
In the past, horses and horses were driven and banquets were held on a golden platform.
The jing hangs outside the white clouds, riding in the red dust.
Now the water is changing, and the plain cover turns to the sad wind.
The glory, singing and laughter are all gone.
