"A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
Sad and lonely. On that day in Qian Lou, the total celebrity disappeared like a river. The donkey wearing a soap hat, the afterglow of the west wind, is tired of swimming. Twenty years later, Jiangnan is still underdeveloped, and it is hard to find a person or a bosom friend. You should love wine, write poetry, the lake is safe and sound, and you will lose a hat.
Spend a life covered with straw in fog and rain.
The rain is gone, and there is no love or anger with people.
Boiling soup and snow waves, the sound of cars and rain.
Give me some points, hehe