The old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, heading down to Yangzhou amidst the blossoms of March.
The lone sail disappears into the azure sky, only the Yangtze River flows to the horizon.
A ferry drifts downstream, with a handsome young man standing at the bow, beside him is a beautiful girl, exuding a subtle air of worldliness. After all, this is the treasured land of Jiangnan; if someone knowledgeable happens by, they might glimpse a hint of a Yangzhou skinny horse's background.
The beautiful girl resembles the personal maid of a wealthy young master, busy preparing fish soup, while nearby a meditating monk occasionally opens his eyes to glance at the boy's back.
This youth carries too much killing intent.
