The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you.
Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?
I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why.
You answer, "I'm not satisfied", and then rest at the foot of Nanshan. ..
But don't ask, white clouds pass there endlessly.
Brother misinterprets the boat, and all the red leaves and green hills are rushing.
Far from waking up at dusk, it is raining all over the sky in the west building.
Willow branches are broken and flowers are flying. Will pedestrians come back?