Back toward the horse is not sleepy, early autumn day still long. Back to the bridle to the south, the country was cool. Water the bamboo trails, linger around the Chuangang. Late Yang mountains, overlooking the springs get autumn light. Ching, My horse, Whitehead bed for me. Hairpin when the group often tired, and forget this day and the body. Once the end with the Yuan Lu, near Cape gull twilight tour. A movement to make, two are not indiscriminate. Who identified with the trace of the heart, not the line is not hidden.