A poem about running for a career.

People who come to the river often only love perches. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.

The crescent moon bends like a bow and horseshoe, crossing Dongling and Xichuan. There is no fixed place to run all the way, so it is difficult to unload the saddle.

Since Hu opposed the war, bachelors in the world have also been running around. Sigh that he lives in seclusion in ancient books and exposes himself to the mountains and forests.

When you are young, you are mighty, but you are still dusty. Get rid of westernization and make friends all over the world.