Sail in Jiangnan, a water town like oil painting.
Parting boat, gently cut.
Quiet in the morning, splashing waves.
The lake covered with long grass crept over.
Ripples, with sorrow and sorrow.
Hovering away ...
Parting season, sad songs hurt sorrow.
The sound of horseshoes drifted farther and farther with the wind.
Yellow `, slipping gracefully.
The cicada singing in late summer is the most annoying.
The world of mortals is blurred.
Talk, when the dust settles.
It's the geese moaning. ...
Raise a glass to the moon, and a thousand cups will not make you drunk.
There is nothing to say when you meet your bosom friend in life.
Let's have fun. We should touch the piano slowly.
Look at the lights on Lu 'an, it's still very lively.
On a moonlit night, although there is a lot of sadness.
But the blessing of the voice of the heart, early integration.
In your faint smile ...