I have visited the Qinhuai River in Nanjing Confucius Temple more than once. Every time I visit, I feel different. When you mention the Qinhuai River, you will inevitably think of Du Mu's poem: “the smoke cage cold water, the low-pitched sing, the moon's backyard flowers. . .” Everything that depicts a cold Qinhuai night.  Nowadays, the Qinhuai River is not the same as it was at that time. Looking at the bustling and brightly lit scene, it is quite different from what you would imagine. When Nanjing is rainy, it is too sentimental in my eyes, but it is also unique. During the trip, I always felt that the scenery needed a blue sky and white clouds to look good. But Nanjing has an unparalleled rainy temperament.