Two Poems of Jinling Station

Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang

The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, where can the solitary cloud drift?

The scenery of the mountains and rivers remains the same, but the people in the city have mostly changed.

The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who are the swallows flying next to in my old home?

I bid farewell to Jiangnan Road from now on, turning into a cuckoo and returning with blood.