A poem that begins with eight.

Looking at the wind from all directions,

Jiujiang is cold and foggy.

8,000 miles is endless,

Eighty auxiliary countries destroy Zhou Wang.

In the past 600 years,

The five-star red flag shines in the east.

A bright moon shines on the river,

Came to * * * from all directions.

In June, gardenias are fragrant.