"Shui Long Yin Baili Xiang"
The cold clouds and wild geese are hidden quietly, and the mist and rain on the wings are caressing Xiaoxiang.
As soon as I came in, Zhulan painted boats and people's streets.
As autumn passes and winter comes, it becomes even more desolate and unbearable.
The sound of jackdaws has stopped, how can a thin shirt resist the slightest frost at dawn?
The infinite charm from ancient times will be exhausted, thousands of years have passed.
How much love has lasted, blood and tears have turned into little bamboo sores.
Hundreds of miles away, I can't see the end of the world, and I can't help but feel sad.
In such a sad place, I ask who is the string, and who wants to be a palace merchant?
Self-order:
Speaking of the Xiangjiang River, you may think of Qu Yuan, who wrote "Mrs. Xiang". The great poet eventually became a clear stream in the Miluo River; maybe you will think of Ehuang Nvying, whose tears were engraved into the tears of Xiangfei Bamboo... There are too many sorrows related to the Xiangjiang River.
"Baili Xiang" - This is also a sad human story on the Xiang River.