Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Li Bai is smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
Who hears the broken willow in this serenade, can't help but miss his hometown?
Mount Emei Yuege
In the autumn of the first half of Emei Mountain, the shadow entered the Pingqiang River.
Qingxi went to the Three Gorges in the evening, but I missed Yuzhou.