By the sinking ship, Qian Fan passed by, in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun.
There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and Lu' an is another village.
I don't regret that my belt has widened, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went upstairs alone to see the horizon.
Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea.
I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, all come back! .