When I read the book at night in Zhouzhou, I could see the dark moon and fishing lanterns, with only a single light of firefly. A slight breeze stirred up the waves, scattering stars all over the river. During the Huangmei season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. The rivers are snowy, the birds are flying across thousands of mountains, and all traces of people are gone. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Linjiang Fairy rolls away from the Yangtze River eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right or wrong, success or failure is gone, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine, and many things in ancient and modern times can be discussed with laughter. In the gate of Nanzhuang, Tidu City, last year, people's faces and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I don’t see you. I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love.