Jiang Chengzi. Su Shi
It's raining and clearing up in Phoenix Mountain. The water and wind are clear and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed over Shang Yingying. Where did the twin egrets fly? If you are interested, I admire Pingting.
Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river. Who can listen to my bitter feelings? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
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The author does not criticize himself. The words become a boat, which can carry all the joys and sorrows, and leave the rest to Jiang Feng.
The author does not criticize himself. The words become a boat, which can carry all the joys and sorrows, and leave the rest to Jiang Feng.