A cool breeze blew across my cheeks, and I was particularly lonely. A line of tears has already flowed down my cheeks-I am a wanderer, wandering in the distance, without the care, encouragement and care of my parents. ...
Hey!
The ship moved slowly along the green water. I stood at the bow and stared at the endless river. I can't help feeling a lot-I don't know how my parents are, whether they can do housework or when I can return to my dream hometown. ...
At this time, there was a strong wind blowing on the river, which rolled up huge waves and rushed to the bank from the northern sky, splashing waves dozens of feet high and making a thunderous noise.
Looking at this huge wave, I look very small. Life is like this river, and I am a negligible spray in this huge wave.
With the approach of the last night, the rising sun emerged from the sea, slowly rising, emitting dazzling bright spots and approaching the sky. It is like a happy child, hanging in the sky with a slight leap.
Peach blossoms have blossomed on the shore, weeping willows have sprouted new branches, and grass has crept out of the soil secretly. It is green ... Although the season is in the old year, the spring has broken the south of the Yangtze River.
The geese crossed the river in a herringbone shape and flew north. When will Wen Chun's letter from home be delivered, so I shouted to the sky, "Geese returning to the north, remember to bring my letter from home when you arrive in Luoyang."
Calm down, with a wave of his pen, he wrote "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain":
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
I held the poem high in the air, and a wild goose flew down, picked up the paper and flew away. ...