Basheng Ganzhou
Send ginseng and few seeds
There is a sentimental wind, and the tide comes thousands of miles away, and the tide returns ruthlessly.
How many times does the sun shine at Xixing Pukou on the Qiantang River?
There is no need to think about the present and the past, and admire the mistakes of the past.
Who is like Dongpo who is old and has forgotten his machine.
Remember the beauty of the dusk mountain on the west bank of the West Lake, with green mist in the sky.
Though poets are in love with each other, they are like me and you.
I hope that I will return to the east and return to the sea in the next year. I would like to express my gratitude to the Duke and not to violate my ambition.
On Xizhou Road, you should not look back to wet your clothes for me.
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Qiantang River ;The West Lake is among them...