Leaning on the sycamore, pillow a tree autumn cool:

Look at the broken geese from afar, and break the autumn frost on the ground.

I would like to use words as the warp and weft, and weave a web of thousands of knots in my heart;

Thousands of emotions are depicted in detail, and Mo is painted as a rolling moonlight.

A bosom friend close at hand, enjoy the height of the mountain and the length of the water under the moonlight.