"Remembering the South of the Yangtze River" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?
Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace. A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus. Will we meet again sooner or later?
Inscription on the wall of Taiyi Palace in the West
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Anshi Genre: Ci
The willow leaves are singing in the green and dark,
The lotus flowers The sunset is red.
Thirty-six spring waters,
I want to see the south of the Yangtze River.
Bu Suanzi sends Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Guan Genre: Ci
Water is a wave of eyes, [1]
The mountain is a gathering of eyebrows and peaks. [2]
If you want to ask pedestrians where to go,
The place where the eyebrows are full. [3]
Just then I sent you back in spring,
I sent you back again.
If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring,
Ten million people will live with the spring.
Die Lianhua
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
The heads of the golden scissors are fragrant,
The colorful pistils are blooming When you are young, you are not afraid of the cold weather.
The clear snow has half disappeared, and the morning makeup has finished the crispy jelly.
The twin emerald phoenixes on the twelfth floor,
the misty singing, remember Jiangnan Lane.
Who can dance drunkenly in the spring breeze? Qin Yun already has a mandarin duck screen dream.
Die Lianhua
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
Dreaming about Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River,
traveling to the south of the Yangtze River, Don't meet with others.
There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.
If you want to exhaust all the details of this love letter,
There will be no proof in the end.
But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.
Die Lianhua
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
The early plum blossoms in Chiba praise Bai Baimei,
Smiling face Ling Han, try on the makeup first.
The moon face has a delicate fragrance of icy skin, and the romantic new name is Dong Junyi.
—The spring is full of joy,
No one can compare to the north of the Yangtze River and the south of the Yangtze River.
The sound of horizontal jade blows all over the ground, and the good branches always regret that there is no one to send them.
Hu Taolian
Era: Song Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
The first report of a plum blossom in the small pavilion,
caused people to return to the south of the Yangtze River prosper.
The scenery of Yuxi River is shaking,
The water is rippling and the shadows are horizontal.
The strange fragrance lingers until you are drunk in the countryside.
After you are drunk, you still wake up because of the fragrance.
It is good that jade and appearance are in harmony,
people and flowers compete for beauty.
Liu Chunling
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
Painting the skyside, dreaming back to the promise,
Shizhou Cloud water.
Twisting red paper in hand and sending it to others,
Writing infinite and sad things.
The tall buildings of Biepu once leaned against each other, facing thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Amidst the sound of shunt water downstairs,
There were tears from that day.
The Bodhisattva Man
Era: Song Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
It is not snowing in the south of the Yangtze River and the plum blossoms are white,
The people who remember the plum blossoms are from the south of the Yangtze River guest.
I still remember the old meeting,
The light smoke is in the moonlight.
The jade face always has faith,
Return is near with a smile.
When Huaiyuan went upstairs,
the evening clouds and geese were low.
Qing Shang Grudges
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
The fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is still shallow, and the jade tower is warmest first.
When I dream of a spring quilt, Jiangnan is still far away.
The brocade characters on the back pattern are cut secretly.
If you send it to me in bulk, you should return it late.
When it comes to lovesickness, the end of the world is short.
Sheng Chazi
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
Where does spring come from?
Try to go to the stream ask.
The willows on the shore are turning yellow,
The long wheat is green and moist.
A passionate and beautiful young man,
As close as you can get.
Who sends Lingtou plum blossoms?
Come and report the letter from Jiangnan.
Youth Travel
Era: Song Author: Yang Yi Genre: Ci
Jiangnan Festival, the water is dim and the clouds are pale, and the village in front is covered with snow.
Thousands of miles away from the green ridge, a branch of fragrance is sent back to you.
Shouyang makeup, ice and jade, the painting is innocent.
Waiting for the wind and rain to come one after another, I could not bear to hear it in the flute.
The garden is full of fragrance in the summer, and the composition of Wuxiang Mountain in Lishui
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bangyan Genre: Ci
The old orioles and young chicks are blown by the wind, and the plum blossoms are fattened by the rain. Beautiful trees clear the garden at noon.
The land is low and the mountains are close, and the clothes are moist and the furnace smoke is wasted.
People are quiet, birds and kites are enjoying themselves, and outside the bridge, fresh water splashes.
After a long period of time, yellow reeds and bitter bamboos are suspected of being shipped to Jiujiang.
Every year, like swallows, drifting in the Hanhai Sea, they come to send rafters for repair.
Don’t think about things outside yourself, but stay close to your dignity.
The haggard and tired guest from the south of the Yangtze River cannot bear to listen and is in a hurry to control the complicated strings.
By the side of the singing banquet, I would first place a mat pillow to allow me to sleep when I am drunk.
Jie Lianlian
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhou Bangyan Genre: Ci
There is no basis for resentment. The sighing lover is cut off, and the message is far away.
A skillful hand can untie the chain, just as the wind scatters and the rain gathers, the fog is light and the clouds are thin.
The Swallow Tower is empty, and the dark dust is locked on a bed of strings.
If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, you have to plant red herbs by hand in the old days.
Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou. The material boat bends along the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky.
Remember the music of that day and the gossip will be burned away.
Shuiyi spring comes back, I hope to send me plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River.
Abandon this life, spend time with flowers and wine, and shed tears for her.
Recalling Qin E
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Fan Chengda
The shadow of the building is missing, and the shadow of the railing lies in the east wing of the moon.
In the east moon, there is wind and dew, and the apricot blossoms are like snow.
The smoke induces leakage, and the gold swallows, and the Luo drape is dimly lit with flowers.
The lanterns are blooming, a spring dream, the south of the Yangtze River is vast.
Remembering Wang Sun
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Jiang Kui Genre: Ci
Cold red leaves fall into the pond in autumn. Chang and Xingyun are in the same boat. There is no freedom in Jiangnan. Two precautions. It is expected that Luan will be sad every night.
Bu Shuanzi
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang Genre: Ci
The snow and moon are the most suitable, and the plum and snow are all clear. Last year, when there was snow in the south of the Yangtze River, plum blossoms appeared at the end of the month. The plum blossoms bloomed early this year, and they remain the same year after year. The cold and solitary light is bright, and all I need is some snow.
Jade House Spring
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Yan Jidao Genre: Ci
The waist is soft when learning to dance in red raw silk yarn, and the dance clothes are dyed like a palace.
The geese are woven outside the clouds, and the dye is made of the shallow spring water in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the Lutao Palace, the pipes are singing, and the songs are colorful and the sun is red at night.
When I came back, my sleeves were stained by wine, and the fine print on the fragrant paper was unintentionally displayed.
Bodhisattva Man
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun Genre: Ci
Baohan Bird and Golden Parrot Peng,
Agarwood Tower on Wushan Bi .
The willows are like silk,
During the spring rain at Yiqiao.
No news from the painting building,
South bank of Fangcao River.
Luan mirror and flower branches,
Who knows this.
Jade Butterfly
Era: Tang Author: Wen Tingyun Genre: Ci
The autumn wind is sad and sad,
When the traveler has not returned.
The grass outside the Great Wall fades first,
The geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered and tender face,
The willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Shaking down makes people sad,
Who knows about heartbreak.
Jiang Nanchun
Era: Song Author: Kou Zhun Genre: Ci
Bo Miaomiao, Liu Yiyi,
Fragrant grass in an isolated village Far away, apricot flowers fly in the setting sun.
Spring in the south of the Yangtze River has left my heart broken,
People from Tingzhou have not returned yet.
Mysterious Yin
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Yong Genre: Ci
A small boat with light sails was temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River.
The twilight corner of the lonely city attracts Hu Jia's resentment.
The water is vast and the geese are scattered on the flat sand.
Smoke gathers in the cold forest clusters, and the paintings are displayed on the screen.
The sky is far away, the mountains are small, and the black eyebrows are shallow.
The old rewards were thrown away lightly, and now I have become a wandering official.
I feel that my guest Cheng Lao is late.
To be in a foreign land, endure the desolation and be sad.
The imperial city is on credit, the Qin Tower is blocked, and the traveling spirit is in chaos.
The fragrant grass is endless and the remaining light is full.
If there is no news about the beauty, the clouds are far away.
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Distribute the New Year and weeping willows.
The slender waist has its own style and style,
It is still more elegant and elegant.
On the bank of Yongfengfang,
There is no one around at all.
Who has seen the golden silk painting?
When the broken heart is caused by flying catkins,
the green leaves become cloudy,
if there is nothing to do, one will lose weight.
Don’t let the east wind chase you,
it will blow away the spring wrinkles between your brows.
The Sapphire Case
Era: Tang Author: Li Yu Genre: Ci
The Brahma Palace is protected by hundreds of feet of clouds,
It gradually becomes whiter Moss road.
Broken winter plum blossoms dew early.
The silver waves are boundless, the jade mountains are thousands of miles away,
The cold weather covers the trees in the south of the Yangtze River.
The shadows of crows are clouding the sky, and the sky is approaching dusk.
The slender traces of the moon on the sea reflect the smoke.
The bamboos hang low and the lone crane dances.
The poplar flowers are blooming in the wind, and the goose feathers are cut in the sky.
Poets always make mistakes.
Treading Lyrics
Era: Tang Author: Liu Yuxi Genre: Yuefu
At dusk in the south of the Yangtze River, I hear bamboo branches,
People from the south are enjoying themselves and people from the north are sad .
Since I sang a new song in the snow,
until the three spring flowers are gone.
Ancient Farewell
Era: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang
The clear smoke and willow trees in the desert are half full of love and wine.
Moreover, the jade whip is pointed out, and the heart-breaking spring scenery is in the south of the Yangtze River.
Bodhisattva Barbarian
Era: Tang Author: Wei Zhuang Genre: Ci
Now I recall Jiangnan music,
I was young and in spring clothes at that time Thin.
Ride a horse and lean on the leaning bridge,
The building is full of red sleeves.
The green screen is curved with gold,
Drunken into the flowers.
I see flowers and branches here,
I swear I will never return.
Bodhisattva Barbarian
Era: Tang Author: Feng Yansi
Golden locks hang across the red doors,
Moonlight shadows follow the flowers on the screens.
The tears of candles are about to dry up,
Falling plum blossoms are born with late cold.
Baochai and green phoenix,
Thousands of miles of fragrance screen dreams.
The clouds and rain have become desolate,
Spring grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River.
Dream of Jiangnan
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Huangfu Song
The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen.
I have a leisurely dream of ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River,
The night boat plays the flute and the rain whistles.
Renyu Yibian Bridge.
Send someone to visit Wutang·Du Xunhe
When I see you in Gusu, I will find you all resting on the river.
The ancient palace has little free space and many water lanes and small bridges.
Ling lotus root is sold in the night market, and Qiluo is carried on the spring boat.
I know from afar that the moon is not sleeping, it is similar to the fisherman's song.
Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"
Thousands of miles away, the orioles are singing and the green is reflected in red,
The wine flags in Shuicunshanguo are winding.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty,
How many towers are in the mist and rain.
Li He in the south of the Yangtze River
The green mist in the river creates cool waves, and the sky is moist and red.
Old bamboo grows in the water and wind, and the clouds grow in the clouds, and the pu sails in Zhuming are like a piece of sail.
Thousands of perch heads and a hundred dendrobiums of wine lie in the green of Nanshan Mountain.
Wu Xi Yue chants the unfinished song, and the rivers are covered with cold jade
The Tang Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River·Bai Juyi
The south of the Yangtze River is good, the scenery is familiar to me; the sun rises and the river flowers are red. Fire, spring comes and the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Recalling Jiangnan, Huangfu Pine of the Tang Dynasty
The orchids are falling, and the dark red bananas are on the screen. Leisurely dreaming about the ripe plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boats playing flutes and the rustling rain, and people talking about the bridge by the post.
Recalling Jiangnan, Tang·Liu Yuxi
Spring is gone! Thank you, people from Los Angeles. The weak willow tree lifts its sleeves from the wind, the orchids in the bushes seem to be soaked in dew, and even sitting alone is full of tears.
Looking south of the Yangtze River Su Dongpo of the Song Dynasty
Spring is not yet old, the wind is gentle and the willows are slanting.
If you try to stand on a transcendent stage, you will see half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, mist and rain darkening thousands of homes.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River in Double Tune, Longevity and Autumn Waters by Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty
The eyebrows are raised, and the purple clouds are served with color. The nine-chao island in the sky is slowly rising, and the person in front of you is smiling. People sing their own lyrics.
The chrysanthemums under the fence are drunk. The flowers and water beg you for thirty dendrobiums, and the autumn wind remembers me a couplet of poems. When keeping the evening fragrance.
Double Diao Looking at the South of the Yangtze River Longevity Zhang Cuiweng Song Dynasty Liu Chenweng
Seven days later, the board of directors will meet in front of the reclamation. During the second month of the month, the river will stop at 13,000 rivers. The day is going to be a drunken feast.
Song of snow, except for the legend of snow. Seeing that the Department of Immortality has been repeatedly defeated, how can the orange millet technique be used in front of me? Singing to myself as the Magpie Bridge Immortal.
Jiangnan Hao/Reminiscences of Jiangnan Song Dynasty·Zhao Shixia
The sky is surrounded by water, and the water is far away from the sky. The sky is pure and horizontal, the cold moon is rippling, and the water, light and moonlight are both. The moon reflects the sky in the water.
People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to combine in ancient times. When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful. Stop talking to the common people.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Zhu Dunru of the Song Dynasty
The day is always bright and the moon invades the bed at first night. The dew lies beside a clump of lotus leaves, the hibiscus is fragrant and the water is cool. On the pillow is a fairyland.
Wang Jiangnan, Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan
The wandering prostitutes dispersed and circled back to the embankment alone. The fragrant grass carries the smoke and the water meanders, and the dense clouds hold the rain in the dark west of the city. Jiumo is not stained with mud.
Under the peaches and plums, the Spring Festival Gala is not a success. Outside the wall, you can see flowers looking for the way around, and horses are passing by in the willow shades, and orioles are singing. Everywhere is miserable.
Recalling Jiangnan by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
There are countless hatreds, and the hatred is at the end of the world. The mountains and moons don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of their eyes are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying.
After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou!
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River, Song Dynasty·Dai Fuzhi
There are still unfinished parts to continue the four songs
Hushan is good, and it is both ancient and modern. There are thousands of scrolls hidden in the three rooms of the knotted house, and a single stroke of a brush can amount to a thousand pieces of gold. There are friends all over the world.
On the road outside the door, close by is Huyin. I have fun while walking along Wanliu Embankment, and sing when I am drunk on Baihua Island. Live up to your lifelong ambition.
Jiangnan Liu Zhang Xian, Song Dynasty
The Sui Dynasty embankment is far away, the waves are fast and the road dust is light. Today and in ancient times, there are many farewells on Willow Bridge. It makes me sad to see people parting ways, not to mention caring about oneself?
After the slanting light, the new moon rises over the West City. I lean on the towers high in the city and hope that my body can be like a moon pavilion and accompany you thousands of miles.
Looking to the South of the Yangtze River by Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty
The leisurely dream is far away, and the southern country is in full bloom. There are orchestral music on the boat and across the river, and light dust is flying all over the city. Busy killing the flower watchers!
Idle dreams are far away, and it is autumn in the southern country. Thousands of miles of cold mountains and rivers are far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.
Looking at Jiangnan/Reminiscing about Jiangnan Wang Qi, Song Dynasty
On the south bank of the river, the clouds and trees are half sunny. The sails have gone and the sky has aged, the tides have risen and the sun has set. The north and the south are separated.
The ups and downs of things are the same through the ages. At the foot of the mountain, it's dawn in the fishing market, and in the restaurant beside the willows, it's raining heavily. Travelers should not come here.
Jiangnan grass is as easy to plant as it is to trace. The orioles' tongues are confused as the fallen flowers are reflected in the deep reflection, and the souls of Nanpu's guests disappear due to the green fascination. Fighting against the green robe every day.
The wind is about to turn, and the tenderness is overwhelming. It rains at night in the distant green land, and there is a faint tide on the cold sand. Who dreams about Lan Tiao?
Jiangnan water, the river road turns to flat sand. The rain is coming, the smoke is gathering, the wind is clear, the waves are blowing out cold flowers. Deliver the stars far away.
A man of fame and fortune, wandering around but not returning home. In front of Xisai Mountain, the fishermen sing far away, and the geese travel diagonally on the waves in Dongting. Conquer and stay at the end of the world.
The swallows in the south of the Yangtze River are gently blowing the embroidered curtain wind. In February, the new society in the pond passed, and the old palaces of the Six Dynasties were empty. Jie Jie Xie Xun Xidong.
Wang Xiezhai once entered Qitang. The smoke passes over the flowers and flies far away, and the dreams are hurriedly made by the dawn window. Partially accounted for the apricot garden red.
The moon in the south of the Yangtze River fills the west building in the clear night. When the clouds fall and open, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade hook sinks deep in the waves. When does Yuanqi rest?
The stars are far apart, and the wind is dewy into the new autumn. Dangui doesn't know how to shake and hate, Su'e should be sad to say goodbye. ***Yuyou in the sky.
Jiangnan wine has a strong taste. I lie drunk in the deep alley in the spring breeze, looking for the fragrance at dawn to the east of the small bridge. Bamboo leaves are covered with golden bells.
When the sandalwood board is drunk, people's flour becomes red. Green apricots, yellow plums and red plums are on the pavilion, and anchovies and bitter bamboo shoots are on a jade plate. If you are drunk, you can attack with worry.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is light and plain in the clouds. The Qiong tree is suddenly surprised by the early arrival of spring, and the plum blossoms feel the dawn fragrance is cold. The cold shadow is clear and happy.
Toads and jade are so different, it’s easy to watch it again in the clear night. Thanks to the couplet of poems by the women, the quilt is green and the curtain is green, and Ziyou takes advantage of the prosperity to spread the waves. It is a pity that the dancing hero is disabled.
It rains in the south of the Yangtze River and the wind fills the Changchuan River. The smoke from the green tiles dims the willow bank, and the fragrance of red silk penetrates the plum blossom sky. Floating and flowing.
Morning and dusk grow in front of Chu Feng.
On a cold night, I am worried about wearing a gold pillow, and at dusk the river is deep and the magnolia boat is closed. The smoke and waves are connected far away.
Jiangnan bamboo is clear, moist and extremely fibrous. The deep path is intended to accommodate two phoenixes, and the back courtyard reflects the blooming peach blossoms. Feng Yueying lingers.
The cold jade is thin, and the frost and rain are urging each other. The pink tears are flowing freely, and the sheep cart once came near the green branches. Don’t cut the dragon flute lightly.
Yu Gezi by Zhang Zhihe of the Tang Dynasty
In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
Dream of Jiangnan, Qing Dynasty·Qu Dajun
Sad leaves fall, the time when leaves will never return. Even if the tree is full of flowers when we return, the new branches are not the old branches. And the flow of water is delayed.
Suxin City, Song Dynasty Yang Wanli
The spring scenery is mostly in the willow branches, and long strips are picked out and inserted in restaurants. Just look at the cold food at home, and the village songs and dances are more romantic.
The title of Juehai Temple is Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
The smoke from the furnace is thick and the water sinks into the rhinoceros, and the wood surrounds the Zen bed and the bamboo surrounds the stream. When I have time off, the cicadas miss the tall willows, and the setting sun is in the west under the shade of bamboo.
Magpie Bridge Immortal Wu Qian of the Song Dynasty
The boat was moored yesterday, the dangerous pavilion was whistling alone, and the clouds were scattered thousands of miles away. The heavy rain from the front mountain came across the stream, washing away the heat of the world.
At dusk, the crows and trees are at the end of the day, and the birds are setting in the sky. They are all full of autumn. The idiot Ma Yinu congratulated Xinliang, but she didn't know how to do it. The west wind picked up again.
The fragrant cakes, fresh melons and fruits are available to thousands of households begging for tricks. In the end, personnel and affairs are empty and difficult, and there is not much coming and going with clumsiness.
The idiot is delusional, looking at Yinhan at night, waiting for the cloud chariot to fly across. Unexpectedly, the cow girl has reached her age, and she is in a happy mood.
The river is red---He Xing Yue Bo Tower and Friendship Rhyme
The sun is thin and the sky is cold, the country is in full bloom, and there is a frosty leaf. Across thousands of miles, the west wind chokes the geese and makes several mournful sounds. Geng Geng's intentions can be known from heaven, but who can say that Youyou hates her so much. Leaning on the langan, the old tears fall down the mountain, and the mountains are flat and barren. .Carrying a dagger and a long cylindrical sword. The great ambitions of the past are now glorious. There are rivers and lakes, and the water clouds are deep and wide. If you want to kill the rat, live, and bury the flying cat in nine places, the pitiful black rabbit will run in two directions. I envy the qunong, sweep the cliff with strong pen, and write different articles.
Watching lanterns day and night on the first day of February, Qing Dynasty·Chen Qingzhi
The streets are full of ladies and gentlemen, and the lights illuminate the blue sky. The flute and flute have become a scene of spring, and I still suspect that tonight is the Lantern Festival.
Take a walk on the Ten Scenery Pond
Hengtang is like a field with a barrier, and the names of the ten sceneries are not complete for a long time. Only the cauliflower harvest is good in autumn, and the yellow clouds and yellow brocade are as good as before.
Mooring at night in Shaocun Ming·Tan Yingxiang
The reeds make the sound of autumn, and the light boats are moored in the evening. The guest's feelings are like a crane's dream, and the traces of people are like floating duckweeds.
The smoke from cooking is dark when crossing the river, and the fishing fire in Zhanchuan River is bright. Leaning on the canopy and looking out, the moon is full of love
There are many, many, and the key is to select them by yourself.