Outside the long pavilion, by the occupied road, the grass is blue even in the sky. The evening breeze whisks the willow flute to the sound of the setting sun beyond the mountains.

Outside the pavilion, on both sides of the old road, many fragrant plants bloomed all the way to the sky.

The evening wind is blowing the willow branches, and the sound of a flute is heard in the distance...

The setting sun shines on the mountains in the distance...