Holding Hands and Walking Across the Twenty-Four Bridges

There are neon lights on the bridge, with a vast frosty moon above and rippling blue waves below. The world is so prosperous, but like midnight, they feel each other's lotus-like vines in the deep darkness, dotted with lotus colors; like Ming's jade, the mist of baked jade is cooked with wisps of yexin. Holding an umbrella and accompanying the rain, when she returns, she will see the Lan Fei Smoke Window and Fu Canal. This is the remote tranquility she wants; Carrying Yuan Hong on his back, the wind and wind blow in all directions, this is the ups and downs he chose. But no one kept their own path, from the moment they met. I am artistic...