From BC/278/ the fifth day of the fifth lunar month/that day, March against the wind.
At the foot is a barren and decadent wilderness, a sunset/a river of blood, condensing/this bleak sky.
"The blue water/clear, can/Zhuo my tassel; Rough waves/turbid water can/drown my feet. " This wet idea/will pour time/into a glass and then drift/fill it. This drift is related to Jiang and his poems.
The deep night/soulless resting place, a pair of eyes soaked in history/revealing/calm light, filled with/nostalgic for the hometown of the old country.
Miss Nanchu/the sky, cry/look up at Xiaoxiang from May. The ancient home wrapped the suffering in leaves.
May is coming. Worried soul, why are you so close to the Miluo River? Poetry, why/with the soul of the Yangtze River/so deep? Who, with a tear, turned the wind and moon of Miluo River into pain? These tears have turned into/long-term thoughts and into/the poet's romance.
The bitterness of a river/hidden/"journey"
Through the sound of years, history is wrapped in a poetic heart.
A leaf, a nirvana soul.
Light music Snow Dream can be used as background music.