Old love Lingxi Crossing the beautiful scenery on the way back from Zhejiang to Jiangjiang is a chant
Song Dynasty Chenjie
The rain has begun to clear at Huangzhu Nongkou, Lingxi The water gradually grows at the crossing point.
The Sangma people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait write this book, and the gulls and herons of the river are allied with me.
The wind is shaking the sun and the gauze shadows are shaking, and the clouds and pestles are beating the waves and pounding the rice.
It’s been a long journey in the past few days, and I’m overwhelmed with emotion when I return in my old age.