The morning is in the south of Taihang and the evening is in the north of Taihang. Asking me what's going on, I'm always a guest, galloping on horseback.
Smiling but not answering knows your heart, and being attached to superficial fame is just foolishness. Yesterday, her face was as beautiful as wine; today, her gray hair has turned into silk.
I am far away from my hometown and dreaming of nothing, looking at the courtyard with a sense of thought. The king's favor and kindness are not repaid, and stealing salary is useless to make up for the prosperity.
Taihang Mountain is unreachable. Who is as good as the white clouds on the top of the mountain? The rain will return as soon as it turns into rain.