Ten miles of peach blossom creek, thousands of miles of old friends.
The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are on the west bank of Shiji.
The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long. Where is the hole beside the clear stream?
The valley is deep and secluded, blurred by smoke, and the environment is like a fairyland; peach blossoms and flowing water, fishing boats floating lightly, asking fishermen and looking for peach lands.