Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown.
Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers.
Take the spring water and send you back.
If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
Modern Chinese: My home is in Rugao, the Yangtze River Plain in Ma Pingchuan, where there are no mountains and rivers. However, I can't forget the worry of staying in my hometown. One day, my good friend Bao Haoran will go back to his hometown to visit relatives. Bao Haoran's hometown is in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River. There are beautiful spring scenery, mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery, just like a fairyland. Why can't my friend be happy for him and he can go back to his beautiful hometown?
Wan Li is clear and Wan Li is cloudless. I want to say goodbye to my good friend Bao Haoran here. The water in the south of the Yangtze River is like a beautiful eye, and the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are like a group of beautiful women. This scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is really unforgettable. I said to Bao Haoran, "Let me say goodbye to you!" Walking on this narrow path, watching many passers-by, where are they going? Ah, it's probably at the intersection of mountains and rivers. Suddenly, a few crows flew in the sky and cried loudly, which made me very sad: "I just sent you away in the spring here, and now I want to send you to a family reunion in eastern Zhejiang." "Yes, I don't know when I can be with you again. We all know that bosom friends are hard to find!"
The ground is full of small flowers, but the flowers are not as bright and fragrant as in March, and the trees are not as green as before. Ah, I remember one thing: "Brother Bao, it's just spring when you go back to East Zhejiang. You must catch up with spring, don't let it slip away, and you must live with spring. " "I won't live up to your expectations, of course, I won't forget between us. Brother Bao replied.
When we arrived at the port, Xiong Bao and I talked loudly before we left. We remembered what happened in the past few years. After that, Xiong Bao pulled open the rope on the boat. I held out my hand to Xiong Bao to wish him a pleasant journey, and Xiong Bao also held out his hand to pay tribute to me. The wind is blowing, and the water in the river ripples. I waited until I couldn't see him.