The land is so vast, and you and I are both heroes with great ambitions. Although it is like a dragon trapped in a pond now, the dragon will eventually escape from the small pond and soar in the vast world. The autumn wind and autumn rain were terrible, and the crickets in the cell kept chirping. I was upset and worried. The heroic spirit of you and me, like Cao Cao and Zhang's poems, and the celebrity style of Wang Can who climbed the tower to pray, all became The past is like flowers in the sky, the Yangtze River is rolling in front of us, and the waves behind push the waves ahead. There will definitely be heroes in the future who will rise up to complete the unfinished business. Now, you and I are falling leaves and blowing snow in the wind, and we have come to the bank of the Qinhuai River again. It is the moment when the cool breeze blows. You and I in the mirror have gray hair on our temples, but our heroic hearts will not change.
I am about to leave my hometown and be exiled to the desert. Looking back at the green mountains and rivers of my hometown, I feel humble and farther away. There is only one chance of death. I hope that when my old friends miss me in the future, they can listen to the cuckoo's cry on the branches. Bar! That is my soul returning to visit my motherland