Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Nanpu is sad, and the west wind hits autumn. At the sight of heartbroken, it is a good cloud not to look back.