Poetry creation with Jiangnan as the theme

Rolling red dust,

There are countless romantic figures.

The full moon is short of people tonight,

Only a thousand lines of tears.

Smelling the scenery in Jiangnan is very good.

I'll watch the baby alone.

Walk slowly along the bluestone path,

Encounter wind and rain.

In the dead of night,

Worries spread all over the world.

I don't know who broke the willow in Jiangnan.