Misty flying sails

Let's take a look at the original works of poets in the Song Dynasty:

Yanbo Xiling Road, Ye Tao,

Ten years of soul-breaking tide.

Ancient willows climb again, light gulls gather, and old people are lonely.

It was cool at first, the smoke was flying and the mountains were green.

But there are river flowers, and the mirror is gaunt in autumn.

Huatang candle is dark to see off guests, looking back, flowing water gurgling.

The bones are frozen, and the soft onions are immersed in the snow, still recalling the profound meaning of melons.

Qing Zun was not washed, his dream was not wet, and his face was full of tears.

It's a pity that it rains in autumn night.

Here: the misty flying sail means:

Huge smoke enveloped the sandbar, and the sails flew like the wings of birds.