Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Fate is a gear, so is the fate of others, but there is no need to be sad for the predicament, because this place is Yangzhou, just in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so there are only a few reincarnation, what is there to be afraid of!