Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.

After drinking a bottle of wine, I will leave Meng Han tonight.

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.