(Translated by Capella Cao) Your horse is yellow and mine is white. Although the colors are different, our hearts are not. A joyous trot...

(Translated by Capella Cao) Verdant hills roll north from the city wall, Pristine streams wind to the east. Here we bid farewell, Like...

(Translated by Capella Cao) A bottle of wine in the garden, I drink alone, not accompanied by any friend or relative. A toast to the...