Changheyin
The wind is rustling, the water is boundless, and the dusk clouds are yellow and cold. Beyond the sunset, the waves roll and the words flow eastward.
Running into the sea, no matter how hard it is, the long wind and rocks hinder the return journey. Go south, wave your hand and go straight to the sea.
Asking about life and sighing for the New Year, it's time for me and China's leaves to fall. Raise a glass and get drunk, sing to the moon, and stop worrying.
A long river flows, and ambition is hard to pay. There are few confidants, but tears still flow. Who can listen to a broken string?
(another version)
Changheyin
Sing the long river and look at the Yangtze River.
Rolling songs to hero waves, clanking tears to make up for hibiscus.
Dan Xin pillow sword to send blood, Yi Xue embrace piano to the sunset.
Looking back on that year, three feet of breeze was pregnant with the world, riding a white horse to drive Wujiang.
Tiger armor is full of feathers, and the black silk scarf of the feather fan flies.
The heroic spirit follows the road, and the rivers help the king.
The spring breeze is proud of Xiao Qiao's marriage, and his literary talent and martial arts are slightly fragrant.
The monarch and the minister are as flesh and blood as fish and water, and the husband and wife love each other like mandarin ducks.
At the hero's party, I used to cook wine, dance drunk and bow strong.
The sand sinks the halberd and destroys the Northern Wei Dynasty, while the fly ash and smoke extinguish the laughter.
Success will shock the whole world, and the history of Khan will be ruined.
Just as I was trying to push the sail to help the sea, I suddenly fell into the sky.
Eighty-one continents were left behind, and millions of armor were put aside.
The general wept for the Confucian crown, and the beauty mourned for the solitary burning in the account.
I hate the beauty of life until I die, so I can't cross the Yangtze River.
Anger tore at the tail string, and someone died before it was over.
The voice of the cloud is still there, and there is no mistake from Zhou Lang.
The standard hate for hunting is too big, and the rustling helmet is full of autumn frost.
The long river sings a sad song about the Yangtze River.
(another version)
Changheyin
The long river sighs the Yangtze River.
Rolling wolf smoke can't hide the black silk scarf of feather fan.
The vast Yangtze River can't be washed away.
Kingoma iron is inseparable from flowers.
Neither time nor dust can take away the bright rings.
Deception and deception can't dye a white soul.
Who knows that loneliness is deep in the heart of a hero?
Linjiang sees mountains and rivers in the sun and moon account.
Become the master of the world
Holding a sword, riding a horse and whip
Love for children is long, heroism is not short-lived.
Fortunately, the sweetness of tea has always been accompanied.
Father Chang watched butterflies dancing among the flowers.
Clap your hands slowly and watch Yaner play weeping willows.
Who knows, I invite you to listen to the magnificent singing of Guqin.
A big fire ignited the history of the Eastern War.
I wrote a new chapter in life Confucianism.
Holding the hand of my beloved wife and touching the voice of life for the last time.
Let the famous teacher cry, let the bosom friend cry for thousands of miles.
White fall, shortness of breath, narrow intestine.
Ask God who will give me my real body back, Zhou Lang.
Changhe UnionPay Yangtze River
(another version)
Changheyin
The long river sings, and the line is rustling, and the sea of clouds is vast.
It's a long road in Xiu Yuan, but it's hard to find a trace.
Remember that year, help the king, feather fan took the road.
Xiao Qiao's company, affection and charm are still in the dream soul.
Sighing life, how can it be geometry? Want to cherish the world for the sea.
Look at China, when will it return? I only hate being strong and unpaid in my life.
Both refined and popular tastes, tears streaming down her face, passionate spring water flowing eastward, strings ringing no return.
Crane dance, listen to me, fly to the sky today and sing a river song!
At first glance, it doesn't look real. All this was done by Zhou Yugan at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
It is said that the original song of Song of the Long River was written by Zhou Yu, a general in the early Three Kingdoms. Zhou Yu often plays and sings with Xiao Qiao by the river. The main idea of this song is to depict the hero's ambition as the Yangtze River rushing into the sea, the road is tortuous and far away, and to lament the shortness of life and the anxiety and depression without great ambition. This poem shows Zhou Yu's loyalty to the State of Wu, his ambition, and his anguish without remuneration.