Zhong Jiang Yu ni photography

Clear water is long, and water falls on the sand island.

Back to the pool, the stone is deep and the green shore is near.

Jiao Ren is invisible, and fishing songs are self-escape.

When I remember to say goodbye to you, I went boating like yesterday.

When the sun sets at night, sitting in the middle is not the only one.

Looking south at Mount Lumeng, I hate it when I come back.

As the tide receded, the island became more abrupt in the clear Han River.

The backwater pool under the big stone is unfathomable. The bamboo on the shore is dense.

The legendary Jiao Ren, lurking in the water. Fishermen on the river are singing and having a good time.

Recalling when we parted from you, we went boating together, as if it were yesterday.

In the afterglow of the sunset, we sat on an island, full of enthusiasm.

Looking at the Lumen Mountain where I live, I still feel very lost when I get home.