Jiang Jianxin/Ci
I know you from Li Bai's poems,
you are a galaxy falling from the sky.
I know you from the boatman's horn.
You are a fishing song left over from generations to generations.
My thoughts are chasing the high sail.
I salvage a wet history book.
My heart is surging with the waves.
In the years, the sun never sets after a round of rising.
I know you from the suona sound of the ferry.
You are a legend floating from a thousand miles away.
I know you from the spring scenery on both sides of the strait.
You are the blood of the times.
My eyes are chasing the swift vortex.
I appreciate the spirit of national rejuvenation.
Love rolls with the stormy waves.
I call my mother river in my sleep.
my mother river!