Jinling in the Southern Song Dynasty was better than Xu Yu.
Jinling, the old capital, is the best, and Zhulou sends it. The customer is tired, and it is so high that there are few good things outside the threshold. Pear blossoms are many, Huayang flies, and spring has become haggard. Ask Castle Peak, a hero of the Three Kingdoms and a strange man of the Six Dynasties.
When the wheat is sown, the mountain will be ruined. A deer's tapir died. Facing the lonely city, lonely in the sunset. Listen to the building, grieve, and get drunk first. It is late at night, the moon is full of Qinhuai, and the smoke cage is cold.
Sadness, desolation, lights passing through the city. I don't know how to promote or abolish business women. Across the river, the court flowers still sing, and the sound is lingering. Sadness is eternal, tears are like washing. Qingyu Road at the corner of Wuyi Lane is vaguely the old neighborhood of Xie Wang. Spring has arrived. Poor red powder turns to ash, and bleak poplars are windy.
Because of missing the past, the iron chain searched a thousand times and sank to the bottom of the river. Wave a feather fan to block the dust in the west and let yourself have a private place. Tell me what happened. Looking back at the new pavilion, the scenery is like this. When did Chu prison cry? Sighing the world, ancient and modern children's play. The east wind is still coming, blowing into Zhongshan, a few degrees green.