The Xiaoluo Qinghe River seems to be in a dream,
The water of Qianjiang River flows long and green.
Just miss Jiang Yue and have a glass of wine.
Love, hate, and hatred are all in vain.
I have made a wish a thousand times for no one,
Songshan is still close to Songshan.
(My own creation, I hope you like it. In order to write this poem, I checked a lot of things on the Internet. I personally think it is quite a piece of work, O(∩_∩)O~ haha.
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