The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
Or, Song, Wang Anshi's
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?