Liu Yuxi stayed in Niuzhu reed at night, and the scales in Qiu Jiang were born. The sunset glow suddenly changed color, and the wild geese had a sound. Caution. Traveling alone in the moon.
After the rain in Jia Dao, I stayed at Liusimachi to wash jade in the blue stream in autumn. The place rose clear and clear. The reeds sounded and rained, and the lotus incense circled the lights. On the shore of the ancient Qin road, the pavilion was covered with a desolate tomb. I was thinking of the spring, and the cliff fell several floors.
In late autumn, Guan Xiu entered Kuangshan for a boat trip with eight reeds, and the fishing song was long. Although people recalled it, it was sailing. It doesn't matter if the road is there.
Zheng Gu's fishing boats in the river break the smoke and dredge the reeds in the old river. It's an accident that you can fall on the river every time, but you can get a sudden death. A forest of yellow leaves in Bai Bo has sent cicadas away. The chariot has not been in a hurry, and it is idle to sing to Shechuan in the morning and evening.