Text/Cai Weiren
Next to the stone steps,
Suspected in Wujiang.
Old tiles are green with moss,
The wood of the old house is yellow.
It's strange to find relatives,
Taking the bridge is a hidden injury.
Why did you hide the Mi Hotel?
The old man pointed to the lamp.
Strolling through Qingshi Lane,
Sleep in the water and dream of my hometown.
But drunk,
It smells good when you wake up.
Song sushi
Remember that pianos are cheap.
Zhu Yan's green hair reflects weeping willows.
Now the autumn temples are dry with frost.
Getting together and making friends is like a dream,
Forget it.
Zhong Qing will never avoid Tongxiang.