Upstairs, the river was drunk and drunk to bid farewell to the sweet orange pomelo, and the wind and rain in the river brought the boat desolate.
Imagine that you are alone in the xiaoxiang moon, listening to the long ape with a melancholy dream.
In the last two sentences, the poet takes "memory" as a pedestrian and fictionalizes a typical lonely scene at night: even if a friend falls asleep temporarily, apes on both sides of the strait will burst into dreams one by one, making him unable to get rid of his sadness. These two sentences are empty. It is an illusion to go boating on a moonlit night, and even more so to listen to apes in a dream.