Last night, the river was full of spring water and the ship was light;
It's always a waste of time. Today is Freedom Day!
Go boating (Dai Shulun)
The wind is soft and the boat is steady, and the line depends on the green water embankment. Solitary respect for autumn dew and slippery, short and late smoke fans.
On a quiet night and the first day of this month, the sky on the river is lower. Fluttering letters flow away and cross the Freedom River by mistake.
Watch the tide.
Clouds flow between mountains and rivers, mountains are clear and clouds are clear, and ancient forests are covered with fog and flowers are hidden.
Instead of fishing in the waves, the boat is buried in the river for half its life, drinking fairy wine and laughing at human affairs.