Crossing the Zhongjiang River and looking at Shicheng, weeping
My old hometown south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years.
Wuyuan Palace is now in neglect, and Guangling Terrace Palace is desolate.
The cloud cage is far away, and there are thousands of sorrows, and the rain hits the boat with thousands of tears.
Four brothers and three hundred people cannot sit around and think about it.
The rise and fall of many countries have been paid by the flowing water of Qingshan East. The once picturesque country and peaceful singing and dancing are now just a dream. The years and youth that cannot be returned are seen. The decaying steps and faded carved beams and paintings are becoming increasingly fragile in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. They cannot withstand the drag of a breeze. Sitting alone on the bow of a boat, I can never go back to the mountains and rivers of my motherland. I can no longer find the singers dancing lightly. The lively scene of the meandering river drinking water only left long-lasting memories. The brothers and sisters back then were ravaged by war. No one dared to recall or mention them. There were no assumptions and no chance to start over again. Everything became an unforgettable ending.
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The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the spring is fading.
Luo Qui cannot bear the cold at dawn.
In the dream, I didn’t realize that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.
Don’t lean on the fence when you are alone. The world is unlimited. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others.
As the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone, and it is heaven and earth.