2, "Little Crimson Lips Ding Wei Wu Songzuo" Jiang Yan Yanyan has no intention, and the west bank of Taihu Lake goes with the clouds. Several peaks are bitter. It is raining in Shang Lue. Next to the fourth bridge, I plan to live with you every day. That's not what happened. Look back through the aperture. Residual willows dance alternately. The swan goose in the north floats leisurely with white clouds on the west bank of Taihu Lake. Several lonely peaks are desolate, as if discussing whether it will rain at dusk. I really want to live in seclusion with Tiansui by the Fourth Bridge. But where is he now? I leaned against the railing to recall the ages, only to see the decaying willows dancing in the uneven wind.