1 Wild trails are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the solitary sails come from the sun.
3 Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship.
Apes on both sides of the strait kept crying. The canoe has crossed Chung Shan Man.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
When my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun faded and old memories began.
It's better this way.