Song Jiangkui
Looking for osmanthus trees in the empty mountains, folding incense and thinking of old friends.
An old friend looked at each other from autumn waters.
Nanshan and Beishan Road are all flowers.
Watch the paddle, Nong Zhi is waiting for you.
Singing and dancing in the shadow of Xiling, the moon is angry every night.
Donate Yu Pei to make it smell like autumn dust.
Chu tune autumn more bitter, lonely unheard of.
Let's sing the green industry and have a cool breeze.