Yueyang late sleeper
I smell the bells of Yueyang city, and I am rowing under the trees in Yueyang city.
See the bright moon from empty Jiang Lai, boundless water, Jiang fan.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Yue found Hui, and the water man song month returned;
I haven't heard the sound for a long time, and the canoe flies away.
Huang tingjian (
One is together, the other is as follows)
The wind and rain in Mitsue leaned against the railing, tying the ladies' twelve buns to the ladies.
It's a pity that I can't face the lake, but I can only see Junshan in the Yinshan pile.