The Wood Is Quiet and the Water Is Clear

In the early morning, on the Yangtze River where the smoke is lingering and the current is fast flowing, a small boat knows the joys and sorrows of the world, and knows the origin and demise of the eternal green. Slim shadow line: Paintings on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, Qushui sweeps the fish tail, The smoke is misty, The turbid waves hit the side of the boat, Helplessly, the tiger roars and the ape cries into nothing, Sand egrets dot the river's heart white. A table, four stools, Half a glass of turbid wine stains my lapels with tears; Little Jingfang, half moon day People whimper, Danqing ink, Messy and empty, One by one the water overturned Tearful eyes and blood shadows wandering around. "Jiu'er, after all, my brother is still sorry to be with you one by one!" "Brother Xiaohan, you have been poisoned. Please don't say anything. After the boat has passed the bend in front, it will go to Zhaozhou. Once you reach Yangzhou, you will survive." Jiuniang said sadly with tears falling from the corners of her eyes: