The Seven Rhythms - Hongdu

1965

It has been another year since I arrived at Hongdu, and the story of Zusheng striking the oar is still being told.

I have been listening to the rain in the south for a long time, and I have waved the whip in the north.

The snow on the temples has become waste, and the colorful clouds have a new sky.

Every year, the latter wave pushes the former wave, and the river grass and river flowers are fresh everywhere.