Xinghua Tian
Author: Jiang Kui (Song Dynasty)
The small boat is hung with mats, and the green silk on the waves is blowing at Yuanyang Pu. Thinking of peach leaves, I called for a ferry at that time. Leave the sad eyes and the spring breeze again.
It leans on the orchid and is less stationary. Jinling Road. The orioles sing and the swallows dance.
Counting the tide and knowing people are the most painful. There is no way to return home from the fragrant grass in the courtyard, and the sun is setting. Move the boat even further.