The wind is blowing and poetry is sailing.

Send a friend to Wuzhong. This is a poem written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, when I was sailing. The original text is: "In March in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a clear rain, and Huaishui came from the east for hundreds of miles. Where can I find peach blossoms? Instead of taking advantage of the spring breeze, it is better to hold festivals all over the world. It was I who set sail and got the name of brothel. "