In April in Jiaxing, the rain is like smoke.
The green shirt is rustling and the blue clothes are elegant.
The tide brings about the blue sea, and the misfortune brings about beauty.
Falling into the sky at the flick of a finger, the remaining chapter of Jiuyin.
Discussing swords in Mount Huashan, hanging alone in Xiangyang.
The lovers of the rivers and lakes join hands in the world.