The freezing clouds dimmed the weather, and a small boat sailed away from Jiangzhu.

Midnight music

Liu Yong

The weather is dim with freezing clouds, and the boat leaves Jiangzhu in good spirits.

Crossing thousands of ravines and rocks, crossing deep streams.

The angry waves gradually subsided, the woodcutter wind suddenly started, and we heard businessmen and travelers calling each other.

The sail is held high, painting "Benefit Bird", flying across Nanpu.

Looking at the sparkling wine, there is a cluster of smokey villages and several rows of frost trees.

Under the waning sun, the fishermen return with their bangs.

The lotus flowers are scattered, and the decaying poplars are shaded. On the shore, there are two, two, three and three girls wandering around in gauze, shyly smiling and talking to each other.

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

What is the basis for sighing about Ding Ning? It's tragic to leave my heart, and I regret that my return will be delayed at the end of the year.

Eyes filled with tears, the road to Shenjing is blurred, and the sound of broken bells echoes far into the dusk.