Clear water is long, and water falls on the sand island.
Back to the pool, the stone is deep and the green shore is near.
Jiao Ren is invisible, and fishing songs are self-escape.
When I remember to say goodbye to you, I went boating like yesterday.
When the sun sets at night, sitting in the middle is not the only one.
Looking south at Mount Lumeng, I hate it when I come back.
Lu (Cheng)
The Milky Way came last night and spread all over Wei Kun and Vientiane.
It is said that Jiao Ren once shed tears, and the lotus leaf filled the pond with real pearls.