Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky. Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and mandarin fish fly in the flowing water of peach blossoms. The apes on both sides of the bank can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. The yellow crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds remain empty for thousands of years. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first. There are many people coming and going on the river, but they love the beautiful sea bass.