Yangzhou slow
Jiang Kui
The famous capital of Huaizuo, a good place in Zhuxi, where Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey. Ten miles past the spring breeze. All the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees in the pond were abandoned, and the soldiers were still tired of talking about it. It's getting dusk, and the clear corners are blowing cold. All in the empty city.
Du Lang's handsome reward is now so heavy that I am shocked. Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, I know who I was born for every year.