[Art and Pictures] 2024.01.22 Ai Lingling

The mountains are covered with clouds, the sky is covered with withered grass, and the sound of painted horns cuts off the gate. Pause the boat, and drink wine together. How many old stories of Penglai, looking back in vain, the mist is everywhere. Outside the setting sun, thousands of jackdaws fly, and the water flows around the lonely village, which is so enchanting! At this moment, the perfume bag is secretly untied, and the silk belt is lightly separated. In vain, the reputation of being fickle in the brothel remains. When will we meet again? On my collar and sleeves, there are tears in vain. In the place of sadness, the high city is far away, and the lights are already dusk. .