Huang Tingjian's "Xia Meng's Brother Sent to Jiangnan"
The old garden is slightly natural and graceful, and the south window is red.
Poetry, wine and a word, mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away.
Fish molecules faint in the river and the moon, and mistletoe breeds velvet.
In several degrees of white sand and blue shadows, I listened to the horse slapping myself.
It is said that Huang Tingjian's poems have a peculiar melody and a special musical beauty, and this poem just embodies this feature. Beat after beat, like waves on the beach, ups and downs.
In one word, beauty.
Two words, really beautiful.