The green grass in Dongting, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, has no wind at all.
There are thirty thousand hectares of Yujian and Qiongtian fields, one leaf of which is on my boat.
The plain moon shines separately, the bright river shares its shadow, and both the outside and inside are clear.
It's hard to tell you the beauty of this leisurely understanding.
It should be remembered that the years have passed between the mountains and the sea, and the lonely light shines on itself, and the liver and lungs are all ice and snow.
The short hair is fluttery, the sleeves are cold, and the waves are steady and wide.
Stroll the Xijiang River, pour the Beidou carefully, and treat everything as a guest.
The boat is whistling alone, I don't know what night it is.
Intention: Elder Jingyi, we like you!