The spring scenery of the Xijiang River is desolate and desolate, and the spring tide is shining on the long embankment. The green poplars are puffy in the wind and the sails are late. Heartbroken Jiangnan double carp. The short dream was about the rain in Chu that year, and the night behind the boat on Qinxi River. A bird cries to complain about the return of spring. People are at the bottom of the flower. The Eight Immortals gather in Yaotai/Xinyanguozhuanglou brings rain and spring tide. If people don't cross, the dawn outside the sand is far away. Since the sky is deep and quiet, no one can see the willow tree standing still. Knowing that I know that the fish is not happy, I turn around to take advantage of the white gulls. Let the wind blow. When I wake up at night, Jiang Gao is nowhere to be found. It's better to live in a floating house, where you can spend time in the shadow of wild rice, washing your feet and playing the flute. Sit and read thousands of sails, racing thousands of miles of waves in the sky. In his year of visiting the five lakes, the first place was the Fourth Bridge of Wusong. Xuanzhenzi and Liangxu traveled to Yanshui, and they were as tall as the moon.