“驿外断桥边,寂寞开无主。已是黄昏独自愁,更著风和雨。无意苦争春,一任群芳妒。零落成泥碾作尘,只有香如故。”夕阳铺洒在水面,映照出半江瑟瑟半江红的美景。如是的小舟依旧停 “The bridge is broken and the loneliness is open. There is no one in the evening, but even the wind and the rain. There is no intention of bitterness in the spring, and one of them is flocked to the Qunfang Mountain. The mud falls into the dust and only the incense is like.” On the water, a beautiful view of the riverside of the river is reflected. If it is a small boat still parked