I go to Junshan alone to fight and feel crazy, the clouds are steaming and the water bank is full of fragrance. What can I say about the sorrow of spring? I miss you all the time in Hunan.
Intention: The August Lake is horizontal, but the emptiness is mixed with the clearness. The steam is rising over the Yunmengze, and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. If you want to help without a boat, you will live in the shameful sage. Sitting and watching the fishermen only envy the fish.