The sea water is unsolvable, and even the river is tidal at night. Suddenly the island is vast, and the wine boat is far away from the shore. I can’t wait to say goodbye and get drunk, and sing my nuts and sing songs. When I leave at dawn, there should be wind. Egret In the month before the island, the guests were sent back at dawn. The day after Qinglong Mountain, early in the morning, clouds came out of the sea. The water flowed away mercilessly, and the sails were blowing. I couldn't bear to say goodbye, so I took the cup in my hand. I drank deeply under the dragon, and the lamp was green and the moon returned to the cold. I was drunk. The song scares the egrets, and they get up from the beach in the middle of the night.
The beach is clear and shallow, and the green cattails are still there. The family lives on the water, under the bright moon.
The boat is launched and the boat is launched, the sunset The beach is still more astringent. Wild ducks startle when wild geese arrive. The boatman and I both look up. Looking back, the snow-capped mountains are far away, and it’s still cold under the tents at dusk. The sky cannot explain the road ahead, and the rocks are piled high in the heart.