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.
In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you!
After all, the world is just a small place. (Han Yu)