Wuzhen, Tongxiang
Written by Caiweiren
Next to the stone steps where the boat was moored,
It was suspected that it was Wujiang.
The old tiles are moss green,
The wood of the old house is yellow.
Looking for relatives is like a stranger,
Looking at the bridge is secretly sad.
He Zang Rice Wine Shop?
The old man pointed to the lamp.
Walking around Qingshi Lane,
I dream of my hometown by pillowing on the water.
But when you are drunk in the morning,
you will wake up smelling good.