Gloomy weather

Liu Yong

The frozen cloud is bleak, and the boat is a leaf, leaving Zhu Jiang on impulse.

Across the valleys and rocks, across the depths of the stream.

The raging waves are fading away, the firewood wind is blowing at the beginning, and business travel is calling.

Sail and sail, pan-paint [beneficial birds] and dance across Nanpu.

Looking at sparkling wine, clusters of smoke villages and rows of frost trees.

When the sun went down, the fisherman went home.

The defeated lotus leaves, the young Yang Shulin hides, and the girls wander around the shore in twos and threes, smiling shyly.

Because of this, the embroidered pavilion is lightly thrown, and the waves are hard to stop.

After sighing, what is the basis of Joding Ning? Sadness leaves the bosom, and emptiness hates returning late in the year.

With tears in my eyes, I wandered on the deep well road, and the rainbow broke far away.