On a hazy moon, Qinhuai river lights are swaying, playing the piano, embracing spring, handing cups for a change, sleeves are light, singing and dancing are graceful, a drama is played, and a dream is made. The guests on the boat get drunk, the romantic words of the actors are killed by those bohemians, and the embarrassing life is covered up by those flattering behaviors. Adagio is eager to string up the affection and hidden hatred of the peach blossom fan, attracting businessmen to carve the Han Palace and the flowers in spring. Singing all human love, universal feelings and clear songs is better than Liang Yan's whispers, warblers' chirping and the never-ending sound of the waves.
who is it? Walking in a long lane, bypassing white walls and green tiles, flowerbeds and fertile fields, chicken coops and duck racks, sedges and sand, overlooking Qinhuai River. Looking forward to crossing the river, the stars are upside down, listening to songs, complaining about ancient flutes and twisting silver Zheng. When the spring night is over, the blue boat will urge you to gamble with you, guess fans, recite poems and watch the moon and pluck the strings!
My gown is like smoke, my pear vortex is full of romance, your silver crown is like deer snow, and your star eyes are charming and touching. Moonlight shines on your shoulders, and Shan Lan in the distance is like a picture scroll like a dream, vowing to be beautiful to the night on the Qinhuai River. I danced with a silk fan and an amber cup in my mouth. The wind ripened the peach eyes, and the flowers smoked through the soft sweater. You are tired of the silver crown, and your eyes shine slightly. You and I draw Chun Mei together, and a wisp of fragrance is full of ripe ink. Spring breeze brings a few strands of flowers, just like a dream built on cloud gauze. Those thoughts and companionship about you keep me away from the irrigation and bustle of this world. I always want to spend endless time with you, * * *, * * the breeze and the bright moon are drunk, * * * pillow a fishing fire!
In this way, we tied ourselves up and built a small family that only belongs to you and me. Those romantic days are always thrilling. I just want to tell the whole truth in the process of reeling, snuggle up to you in the dead of winter and brew a sour poem or two in the early spring.
Watch the sunrise and sunset on the Qinhuai River, the sky is full of clouds and shadows, cross the water with lanterns, like spring grass, taste the fleeting sweetness in a piece of tea soup, and enjoy the color of the sky in a flower field. Close your eyes, my mind is full of affection, I just want to sit with you and be trapped in a lonely city, because only you can keep me away from a lonely prison; I also feel that the creeping weeds drown the rut and make you forgotten by the world. In this way, you became my narcissistic chip, gambled on gorgeous youth and won the whole world. I want to keep the sun and the moon from ups and downs, just want to live forever with you for a moment!
Qinhuai River is full of color, and a round of moonlight soothes people who don't sleep. The distant sound of water greeted many tired guests, and the sweet souls of eight beauties in Qinhuai still lingered on the Jade Bridge, unforgettable past prosperity, confusing talents and beauties on Qinhuai River, shining on the water, exhausting joys and sorrows, experiencing wind and frost, singing and dancing desolate! Falling into the sky, there are many words and melodies echoing, and the dreamer's homesickness is whispering-riverside restaurant, cup after cup of yellow wine, forgetting the urging of the sun and the moon, just want to get drunk now, drunk in the sound of the waves, drunk in the crimson on the shore, once again dreaming of the fragrance of clothes and the shadow of the temples, calling the old friend behind the lights!
Qinhuai River, the poet's ink painting, the lover's dream; Qinhuai River makes meeting so simple and parting so touching!