Birds fly away in Qian Shan, but there are no footprints in a thousand paths. Mud melts and swallows fly, while sand warms and sleeps. Press the dragon plate, now it is better than in the past, cooking a sheep and killing a cow, grinding the appetite upside down. Let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! Seeing that cattle and sheep know that there are tigers in the mountains, they are more willing to go to the mountains. I woke up easily in this spring morning, surrounded by birds singing, old roads, thin horses in the west wind and heartbroken people.