水很清,很清,在船划过的痕,层层扭曲的痕里,流淌着潺潺的寂寞,让我倾听着那属于诗人的寂寞。一袭布衣,菊花美酒,桃李榆柳,让世人认为他是只为酣舞与享乐而来的彩蝶,短短的一春尽情在花间飞舞,一旦春花尽残,便爽爽快快地殉着春光化去。可谁又明白是政权动荡的现实, The water is very clear, very clear, in the traces crossed by the ship, layers of twisted marks, flowing lonely loneliness, let me listen to the loneliness of the poet. In a common dress, chrysanthemum and wine, and peaches and plums, the world thinks that he is a butterfly that is only for dancing and enjoyment. He only flies through the spring in a short spring. Once the spring flowers are crippled, he is refreshed and swiftly licked. Going to the spring. Who understands that it is the reality of political instability?