A poem about bright lights.

Night view of Jiaxiu Square, the Seven Wonders

Huang runpeng

Hongqiao road lies in the clear waves, and strings of pearls reflect love. Neons are flashing everywhere and string songs are dancing.

Seven laws bid farewell to Chongqing

Qian Shan wind

Take the wind and rain and board the boat gorge at sunset.

The moon-shooting lights are bright, and the shadow of the painted ship tower is crystal clear.

When the flute enters Shui Xin, the mountains are heavy and the riverbank is bright.

Gradually go upstairs and stay in a dream, and the spring breeze is looking for a legacy.

Wind and night

Source: Zhu Ji Literature

Qiu Jiang enjoys the evening breeze,

Trivia is scattered all over the body.

Feel the past,

Counting the old days blankly.

This breeze blows in my face,

Who will enjoy the charming moonlight?

Brightly lit shuttle boats,

How many flying bridges have flown overhead?

Don't be afraid of the slow flow of the river.

The mast is dotted to eliminate the distance.

The wind blows, clouds and shadows appear,

The river is calm and allows fish to jump.

Walking along the river in the dead of night,

Only street lamps are accompanied by lonely shadows.

The old moon is still hanging in the night sky,

It's just that every night and every month is different!

Things of the past,

Qiu Jiang will be alone tonight.