Wang Anshi
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sailing towards the sunset, leaning against the west wind and leaning against the wine flag. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past, compete for luxury, sigh outside the door, and continue to worry and hate. Throughout the ages, it is shameful to rely on height. The past events of the Six Dynasties are like running water, cold smoke and rotten grass are green. Today, business women are still singing, and "backyard" is a heritage.