A stream of smokey willows and thousands of silk hanging down, no reason to have a blue boat to live in
A lone boat with a coir raincoat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
The apes on both sides of the strait can’t stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
Smoking and drinking water are good things, but how miserable is the relationship with relatives. If you are a guest of Zhulu, you will stop at Jinfan Di. Sand geese go with the boat, and field crows crow around the shore. At this time, there is still a taste, so I must lie down and head west.
Cross the distance outside Jingmen to travel from the Kingdom of Chu. The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness. Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower. Still feeling pity for the water in my hometown, I send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.
The trees are falling and the wild geese are crossing south, and the north wind is blowing cold on the river. My home is in Xiangshuiqu, far away from Chuyun. All the tears from the countryside are gone, and I return to my sails to see the sky. I want to ask questions, but the evening is long and peaceful.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.
The mountains are quiet and the ape is sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night. The wind rumbles the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shines on a lonely boat. Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels. I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.
The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
The spring water of the Changdi is green and flows into the Zhang River. Don't listen to the voices urging you to go to the boat. There are no boats in the shallows of Peach Creek.
Jing and Wu are connected by water as their hometowns, and it is difficult for you to go to Chunjiang. Where can Zhengfan anchor at dusk? The sight of the horizon breaks one's heart.