Looking back at a century, obsessed with the long wait. An autumn has fallen, looking forward to the reincarnation of life.
Watching that puddle of autumn water, the brocade geese in the clouds, my eyes are filled with desire, and my thoughts cannot fly to the other shore.
If the autumn water can be seen through, I would like to watch on the bank of the autumn water for a thousand years and sail through thousands of sails.
The golden willows in Cambridge and the bride in the setting sun are like reflecting the beautiful shadows and waves. Holding a bamboo pole and carrying a boat full of stars, even if it is April in the world, it is just as ethereal as smoke in the mirror and the moon in the water.
If the autumn water can be seen through, can the worldly relationship in front of the broken bridge be happy? Will the whistle on the shore of the autumn water echo for thousands of years?
Conception: