Remember that water mark, hurt a good memory.
The mountain scenery left a wave of green spring and autumn.
Maybe those old water songs, huh?
Forget the heavy music of the old story.
In the storm, this pain is nothing, and it is waved every spring and autumn.
I, immersed in the water of modern poetry rhythm,
The artistic conception burned by the sun, tired and vivid, accompanied by the initial dream,
Three hundred and sixty-five miles of water and travel, wandering in the twists and turns of youth and wind and rain.
I was dancing with that Fan Ying in the running water, simple and rough.
There is also a heavy sadness, listening to Chang 'e's heartbeat in the moonlight palace,
Regret flies, and lonely thoughts sigh in WU GANG's arms.
I, holding a wisp of running water, really saw the wry smile of a spray.
A thousand associations arise in my heart and will always love me.
There are many endless hunger and cold wandering around.
You and I have no choice but to dance in the water with that Fan Ying.
The pursuit of the soul is dripping with the beauty of spring and autumn in the waves.
Everything, everything is so touching.
The mountains in the distance wander in the sunset. ...