Amidst the lights, shadows and sounds, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold.
In the dream, silk and bamboo sang softly, the building outside the building, the mountain beyond the mountain.
The people outside Loushan have not returned, and the people have not returned.
Looking back at the word "wild goose", I have already passed the Wangchuan River.
The man playing the harp is full of tears, his clothes are full of tears.
The sound of the flute is cold and the shadows on the windows are dim.
Where is Jiangnan among the sound of smoke and waves?
Intention: I came across this passage by chance, and then I came up with "Jiangnan"