Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, I remember Hangzhou the most. Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we visit again?
Reminiscing about Jiangnan, followed by recalling Wu Palace. A cup of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dances with drunken hibiscus. Will we meet again sooner or later?
Recalling Jiangnan, recalling Jiangnan, what I recall most are his eyebrows and her lips
Reminiscing about Jiangnan, reminiscing about Jiangnan. Now that the building is empty, I can only reminisce about Jiangnan alone.