Tracing back to the poetic Road of Xianghu Lake
Lin Qiquan
Xianghu Lake is a vast expanse of water, with endless springs flowing from its source.
At night, the breeze smells fragrant on both sides of the strait, when the bright moon shines for thousands of years.
Strange flowers and plants attract poets, and hundreds of birds sparse the forest to provoke scattered immortals.
My heart asks where Nanyun is going, and the microwave is endless.