Rewrite: I stood in the pavilion and looked at the horizon. A touch of sunset falls on the sea, and the rolling Danxia is like the red silk piece dyeing has seen, as far as the eye can see.
"Skimming the cream", what sound alarmed me. Looking up, in the sky, a line of wild geese appeared in my field of vision. Occasionally, I can hear the crow of one or two geese.
Yes, geese are in flocks. Pity me, a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River, wandering alone in a foreign land. How can I be described as homesick?