"The eaves are broken by the rain, the shadows on the windows are broken, and the lights are flickering; the boats are rocking gently, and the ripples are rippling, and the willows are leaning on them; where are the sweethearts going? The geese look back and cross the River of Forgetfulness; in the sound of smoke and oars, when can I drink wine? How much life is there, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."
This article is definitely not a big deal! ! ! ! ! ! But it will be a pit that will be filled very slowly. . . . . . I hope all readers will forgive me.
Very jerky writing, very clumsy writing.
This is my first visit to Jinjiang, please take care of me O(∩_∩)O~