Blooming in the misty rain of Jiangnan
An inkstone pool blooms into a purple jade Mo Yun.
Elegant Rhyme of Cheongsam Walking in Rain Lane
The shyness of opening a three-inch golden lotus
From Qing Dynasty to Republic of China
The act of smiling.
The legends of sadness and joy are all on the lotus leaf of Taihu Lake.
Become the memory of Hanwa, Qin Zhuan, Jiangnan
This memory has lived for thousands of years, like the scenery of the source pearl.
A crescent moon hangs on my forehead.
A pool of frogs croaked and shook Xia He.
Jiangnan hangs Taihu Lake sails.
Extend the miss of Wu Nong's soft language thousands of miles away.
From one era to another.
All time is as gentle as water.
Canals with different widths moisten the distance between cities.
How many sleepless nights have been extended?
This date of return is Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City.
It was Zhang Ji who arrived at the passenger ship at midnight.
It comes from the Tang Dynasty.
A small flute with a slim waist.
Two Hu strings lead to the sadness of reflecting the moon in two springs.
Jiangnan poetry has made Jiangnan tide, Jiangnan misty rain lotus.
Fishing fires at night berths near Fengqiao Bridge
Not when the moon goes down, but among crows.