Yunkai's vision of Hanyang City is like a lone sail.
The estimator sleeps during the day and knows the waves, and the boat people feel the tide at night.
The three Xiang sideburns are autumn, and the heart of the thousands of miles is bright to the moon.
The old ones have been exhausted with the conquest, and the drums on the river are even more like the sound of drums.
Editor's Sigh: Lu Lun (c. 737 – c. 799), zi yunyan, tang dynasty poet, one of the ten talents of the Great Calendar, Han Chinese, a native of Pu (present-day Yongji County, Shanxi Province). Times, arrive. I can't remember how many times I flew to the destination city at night, but Lu Lun's song gave him a lot of different insights. Today's traffic is fast, but there is a lot less fun to observe the city from near and far; so after arriving, I am always willing to cross the streets and alleys, not to take the places of interest, to walk the ordinary alleys, and to appreciate the beauty of the city. It's just that Lord Lu is still a bit difficult on this road, seeing the destination to walk past, it will take a day, so he had to stay overnight in Ezhou, which is why he has this instant lyrical work. Seeing the scenery and feelings, I remembered the years of war, the chaos and the flow, not without emotion.
