【Sunset like a Poem】In Wuhu, east of the Yangtze River, is the river half rustling and half red? No, it's entirely red

The rushing Yangtze River takes a turn at Wuhu, from then on, the south of the river became the east, you may also call it 'Jiangzuo'... But no matter how times change, how the stars shift, the endlessly surging river water, whenever the sky is clear, will eagerly direct and perform an extraordinary play: Is it 'a river of spring water flowing eastward'? 'The dusk is heavy over the vast Chu sky'? Is it 'Still thinking of Xiang Yu, refusing to cross to the east of the river'? Or is it 'Cloud sails drift far out of sight, the Yangtze River flows quietly into the evening'? Or perhaps 'A streak of setting sun spreads across the water, half the river rustling, half the river red'... —Yes, that's exactly what's before my eyes, the best interpretation of classical poetry... Ten Miles River Bay Park