Hukou Waterfall in Lv Qi, Yellow River
A pot of Wan Li Yellow River,
It's late autumn to play with neon lights.
The waterfall hit the bottom of the canyon,
The rough waves rolled up the snow and hit the clouds.
Clear sky, foggy clothes, light washing,
The rising sun thunders and travels far.
Educate me with Chinese charm,
Five thousand has a long meaning.
Hukou Waterfall
Huanglong, Wan Li, come from the depths of billions of years.
Singing all the way, awakening the sleeping loess.
The swift current is the weight of a nation.
Hukou is a magnificent picture of my dialogue with the sea.
The endless symphony of the world
This is a gorgeous poem, and it is also a barbaric cheer.
From the peak, I brought clear water, turbid water, triumphant and lost songs and dances.
Learn to be magnificent from the encirclement and suppression of time and dryness
Please remember every drop of my water
There is my first birthmark and my last totem.
If you have been involved in my pain and dreams at night.
One day you will definitely come to my side.
* * * Yun Ni and I breathe together.
Flowers and ichthyosaurs lurk in my every step.
I turned the loneliness of death into a great song of life.
I know your lips are facing my hip flask.
Then come on, all souls believe this cup is enough.
Huanglong, Wan Li, come from the depths of billions of years.
Singing all the way, awakening the sleeping loess.
The swift current is the weight of a nation.
Hukou is a magnificent picture of my dialogue with the sea.
The endless symphony of the world
This is a gorgeous poem, and it is also a barbaric cheer.
From the peak, I brought clear water, turbid water, triumphant and lost songs and dances.
Learn to be magnificent from the encirclement and suppression of time and dryness
Please remember every drop of my water
There is my first birthmark and my last totem.
If you have been involved in my pain and dreams at night.
One day you will definitely come to my side.
* * * Yun Ni and I breathe together.
Flowers and ichthyosaurs lurk in my every step.
I turned the loneliness of death into a great song of life.
I know your lips are facing my hip flask.
Then come on, all souls believe this cup is enough.