A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart;
Chang' an Avenue is surrounded by sand, and the morning breeze is dust-free, rain-free and mud-free;
Chang' an looks back at the embroidered pile, and the top of the mountain opens a thousand times;
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an;
I only read the old books in my memory. When will I join hands with Chang 'an?
The rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass color is near and not far;
The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is better than the smoke willow of the emperor.