Lupo. The chirping birds are gone.
In the coldest season in Jiangnan.
The fine dust solidifies in the air.
There is no shuttle vitality, levitation, elegance as before.
Here three decades ago.
It is a watery fish pond, and there are willows and willows.
This is the confluence of the ancient Xiangshui and the Jiuqu Liu River.
Legend has it that Wranglers were fascinated by it.
Once upon a time, the gloomy fortress by the river.
Suddenly it disappeared, and there was no smell of water and grass in the wind.
Thirty years later, the river.
No longer depleted, frozen locks, after tens of millions of years.
The Wuhe wall washed by the river water is displaced.
has been pressed to the mantle by the City of the Century.
If you can find the navigation mark, you can't find the fishing boat singing night.
You can find the folks, but you can't find it, and the cooking smoke is full.
The delicate crape myrtle by the river does not have the legendary phoenix.
He was cut off by a gardener with his hair and coat.
Struggling in this snowflakes in winter.
Looking forward to it. The splendor of spring and the splendor of rose-red petals.
Entrusted. You entrusted the twilight of your wandering years to a lonely boat.
I entrusted the rest of my confused life to a touch of purple.
Worship the stone twist pipe, and meet with the god of Mi Dian.
You entrusted the lonely boat to Xiangshui of the Northern Expedition.
I entrusted Zihao to Qingxi from the south.
Wet the pole and swim with the fish.
You entrust Xiangshui to the rainy season.
I entrusted Qingxi to the shining Yunhan.
Raise a glass to invite the moon and drink with Taibai.
You calm the dust, to the clear Weishui.
And I will plant the roots of wisdom.
Seeing the nature of the heart, and then the wind and bamboo rain.