Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Wang Anshi Cinnamomum cassia twig
It's late autumn, and it's still early in this ancient country.
Thousands of miles of rivers are like practice, and Qingfeng is like a cluster.
Sail back to the sunset, the west wind is at the back, and the wine flag is inclined.
The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the bustling competition in the past, sigh outside the door, and worry and hate constantly.
Throughout the ages, share weal and woe.
The past of the Six Dynasties is like running water, cold smoke fades and grass turns green.
Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.