Since I met the surging river, I have known my south and north.
My north and south are very close, so close to each other across the bank.
My north and south are so far apart that I can't measure them with my feet.
The geese flew south and shortened the distance between north and south with their wings.
Swallows come back, holding spring mud to express my warmth between the north and the south.
In my south, Yue Opera and Huangmei Opera grow like rice and sugarcane.
In northern China, Peking Opera and Shaanxi Opera are as strong as soybeans and sorghum.
Taihu Lake, West Lake, Poyang Lake and Dongting Lake embody the charm and beauty of our south.
The Yellow River, Weihe River, Mohe River and Tarim River show the roughness and magnificence of northern China.
My south is also the south of Li Yu and Liu Yong.
A river of spring water flows eastward, leaving a beautiful past and a sadness like falling flowers.
When I woke up from my dream, the pain that was frozen in the waning moon in Yang Liuan could only be the pain of southern talented people and beautiful women.
My north is also the north of Cen Can and Gaoshi.
Smoke billowed and horses neighed.
Zhao Lingyun's poems, by praising the beautiful scenery and profound cultural spread in the north and south, express the author's love for the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, praise the rich culture of the motherland, express the ardent expectation for the early reunification of the motherland, and have full confidence in the rejuvenation of the motherland.