I have no intention of following the clouds into the blue sky,
The green fields on the floor are shrouded in shadows.
At sunset, Pingjiang forgot to speak,
And stay,
The light breeze has no place to live or trace.
Walking and sitting in the vast expanse seems to be hazy,
Light rain,
The grass is fluffy in the clear waves.
I will forget all over the thousands of mountains,
Unconsciously,
The sky is in the same color, there is no center.