Silk-Washing Stream With painted boats along the shore sightseers vie;The sky hangs low on four sides washed by waves of spring.Green willows throw a swingOut of the bower high. Do not laugh at the white hair adorned with red flowers!To the quick beat of the song of Green WaistWine cups are passed in haste.Where can you find a happier life than drinking hours?
浣溪沙·堤上游人逐画船古诗词赏析