Song Zhou Bangyan
Burn agarwood to relieve summer heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves.
The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one.
My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time.
Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu.
Artistic technique: the combination of reality and reality.
The last two sentences are about returning to the dream, and the ship entering the lotus pond echoes the real scene written in the last part, paving the way for expressing homesickness.