The south of the Yangtze River is beautiful, and the scenery is familiar to me in the past. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Spring is not yet old, the wind is soft and the willows are slanting. If you try to stand on a transcendent stage, you will see half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers, and mist and rain cover thousands of homes.
The sky is connected to the water, and the water is far away from the sky. The sky is pure and horizontal, the cold moon is rippling, and the water, light and moonlight are both. The moon reflects the sky in the water.
People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to combine in ancient times. When the scenery is good, the heart feels happy, and when the heart is far away and happy, the scenery should be beautiful. Stop talking to common people.
Ten thousand hatreds, hatred is at the end of the world. The mountains and moons don't know what's going on in their hearts, the water and wind are empty, and the flowers in front of their eyes are falling, and the blue clouds are swaying.
After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.
All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long, and the heart is broken by Bai Pingzhou!