Yangtze River water is like wine.
The taste of drunkenness is the taste of homesickness.
Give me a spoonful of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.
Give me a hand of begonia red, begonia red
Blood-like begonia red
The burning pain of boiling blood is the burning pain of homesickness.
Give me a hand of begonia red, begonia red
Give me a piece of snow, snow
This letter is as white as snow.
Waiting for that letter is waiting for homesickness.
Give me a piece of snow, snow
Give me a sweet wintersweet.
Mother's sweet wintersweet.
Mother's fragrance is the fragrance of the country.
Give me a sweet wintersweet.
Yang Shen's Linjiang Fairy
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Right or wrong, success or failure,
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.
A pot of turbid wine likes to meet,
How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.