[Yituyu] 2023.11.08 Wild Hot and Sour Soup

Looking at Donggao at dusk, I wander around, wondering where to go. All the trees are in autumn colors, and all the mountains are in the setting sun. The shepherd drives the calves back, and the hunting horse brings the birds back. Looking at each other, no one recognizes me, and I sing a long song about picking wild vegetables.