Since then, the world has belonged to one another, and rushes are whistling in the old base.
Fishing village, looking at Hengmen. Reed and goose smell it first.
Looking back at the place where Shenpu stopped the boat, there were lights among the reeds.
There is no strength to feed the horse, but there is wind in the reed woven house.
It rains at night, but it is windy in Nanpu.
Since then, the world has belonged to one another, and rushes are whistling in the old base. Excerpted from "Old Times of Xipaotai Mountain" by: Tang Liu Yuxi. Wang Zhuo's warships set out from Yizhou, and Wu Dong's kingly spirit subsided. A 1000-foot-long chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered over the head of Stone Town. How many times in my life, I felt sad about the past, and the mountain shape was unchanged by the cold current. Since then, the world has been unified, and reeds have shaken the old base.
Fishing village, looking at Hengmen. Reed and goose smell it first. Excerpted from "Magnolia Slow" Author: Guan.
Looking back at the place where Shenpu stopped the boat, there were lights among the reeds. Selected from Sleeping at Night in Pu Zhong by Tang Liu Yuxi. In the late autumn evening, the poet stopped to go ashore and looked around alone. Under the attack of the breezy river wind and frost, looking back at the ship's stop, only a little light on the ship can be seen in the vast night. In the open field, the riverbank is long and tortuous, the boat is parked in the deep pool, and the reeds are floating in the thick frost ... what a sad and open artistic conception! In the current complicated painting fog, I think Xin Wei's paintings are like "a small lamp in a reed flower" in a white poem, which gives off dazzling light and makes people have a lot of hopes and reverie!
There is no strength to feed the horse, but there is wind in the reed woven house. From "First Arriving in Jiangzhou" by Don Bai Juyi.
It rains at night, but it is windy in Nanpu. From "Guest Travel" Author:? Don Maday. I hate to travel long distances, but I can't get through the reeds. In the evening, the rain willows, Nanpu wind chaos, horses withered, sails half red, but envy fishing firewood.