Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.

The poet climbed up and looked up, and saw the endless fallen leaves of the forest trees rustling down, and the endless flow of the Yangtze River. The majestic, vast, yet chilling and withering atmosphere makes the poet feel even more about the vastness of space and the eternity of time. Thinking that my years have passed and my ambitions have not been fulfilled, I feel so lonely and tragic!