It may be a mountain peak or a river.
Or grasslands or lakes.
Even the name of a village or a person.
If it is a mountain peak, it must have a tall and straight character.
If it is a river, it is necessary to have an open mind.
If it is grassland, it must have a quiet temperament.
If it is a lake, you must have profound thoughts.
If it is a village, it must be where the poet lives.
If you are a poet, you must be romantic and lovely.
She is beautiful, pure and intelligent, without flattery.
Now, this place I'm looking for
But it is the name of a city called Haining.
It's Haining. There is a cloud floating around Xu Zhimo.
It's a cloud, rippling with the romantic waves of Lu Xiaoman.
It is the clear waves that brew the knowledge of Master Wang Guowei.
Learning is the inheritance of profound culture and rhetoric.
It is rhetoric, which embodies Jin Yong's martial arts and Jianghu.
It's Jianghu, just waving a glittering salt official knife.
It's a salt official knife, bearing the vicissitudes of life.
It is the years that show the history of shadow play.
It is history, which hides the beauty of the singer.
It's beautiful, just like a poem by Mu Dan.
It's a poem, just like a row of holes in Qiantang.
From far to near, it hit my eyes and heart.
It's the eyes and the heart. Tell me, she is in Haining.
I have always insisted on the loyalty of love, but
I will bravely confess-
Dear friends, in these days.
I dream of being a boring Qiantang.
The name of pillow Henin.
Sleep on Xu Zhimo's cloud.
Unwilling to wake up
Author: Qi people