Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. "The scene in front of us is very simple: the north wind is whistling, the yellow sand and Li Qian cover the sky, the clouds everywhere seem to turn yellow, and the originally bright sunshine is now indifferent, just like the afterglow of the sunset. It was snowing heavily, and the geese flew south neatly. In this bleak and magnificent environment, the poet bid farewell to the musician who was stunted but unappreciated.