Fly high and swim in the South China Sea and the East China Sea. I remember a poem written by a poet describing an eagle. There is a saying: fly high. May I ask the whole poem?

Spread your wings and soar in the sky, holding Changhong in the clouds.

The east looks out for bandits, and the South China Sea will know that the flood is fierce.

Rain and thunder hit the outside world, and help came from the air.

The peaceful appearance makes you intoxicated and suddenly makes you a hero.