Hang the sail and look back at the smoke and water, and fiddle with the paddle to make a pavilion on the other side. The color of the Feng Shui cloud has changed. How can my boat stop? The wine of parting gave way to a group of wise men. I was ashamed to sweat alone and killed a glass of wine first. I never tire of talking about beauty, and I always feel that the river is so clear.
Pure human brain translation, you can ask questions.