1. At this time, the Qinhuai River is sparkling, and the shadow of lights is looming in the river. The boats in the river are singing every night. Singers who skillfully use makeup, or hide their faces, or whisper the harp, or dance. In their singing, piano playing and dancing, there is a thousand-year amorous feelings of Qinhuai River and a thousand-year prosperity of Qinhuai River.
2. Qinhuai River, snuggling up to this ancient city, accompanied her through the long years of prosperity or pain, hiding the rosy history in the water waves. As time goes by, Qinhuai River is still misty and rainy in the golden pagoda, and the faint five-agricultural tune in the paddle lamp seems to be beside the Jinling woman in cheongsam, with her eyes flowing and singing softly.
3. At the entrance of Confucius Temple in the morning, duck blood porridge is wrapped in soup. Traveling around Yunjin Road, donating blood to Japanese dogs. At the end of alfalfa garden, Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum looks out. Save for a rainy day in the alley, and the wine is salty. Wandering around Xinjiekou, high-rise buildings have sprung up. There is a rich and beautiful place in the south of the Yangtze River, which was once the capital of many emperors. The majestic momentum of the roof supports the emperor's dedicated road, and the Liu Yin of willow trees covers the river that runs through the garden. When I was in court, the suggestion of offering was adopted, and my official position was rich and powerful. Qinhuai ancient past, the river flows east.