I recall drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge in the past. Most of the people sitting in the middle were heroes. The long ditch is silent as the moon goes by, and in the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn. More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather, and saw many things happened in ancient and modern times. The fisherman sang the third watch.
Concept: There is not a day that goes by that I don't dream, and nothing in my dreams is not the same as when I was a teenager. And things in my youth are inseparable from studying in school.