The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Right or wrong, success or failure,
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.
A pot of turbid wine likes to meet,
How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.
The Yangtze River flows eastward and never looks back. How many heroes disappear like flying waves, what is right and wrong, success and failure are short-lived and not long-lasting. Only the green hills still exist and the sun still rises and sets. The white-haired fisherman on the river has long been used to the change at four o'clock. He seldom meets his friends and likes to drink a glass of wine. Disturbances throughout the ages have become the material for drinking and chatting.