Looking at the moon, missing the distance, missing my hometown. I will miss you during the festival, and I will visit you during the Dragon Boat Festival. Although I am alone in the river, my descendants are competing by the boat. I sighed ungrateful and was exiled for the second time. If you want to talk, there is no way. Touch your sword and you will remember your heart. Ganzong Temple will fall, feeling heartbroken. Only praise the orange's ambition and serve the wild. Serve the country wholeheartedly, and the world will slander it. Rebels and relatives will leave Xi, and old Yan Xi will fly to other political parties. Only ChanJuan * * * accompanied Xi, drinking zhenniao withered my wound. It doesn't matter whether she died a woman or not. Pick hibiscus, knit clothes, and send a fragrant night. Run to the cold and replace it, and increase the absolute happiness of the world. Urge all living beings to end up with their families, send them to Chun Qing to embrace dusk, and become partners in the world of mortals. The world dare not forget each other. Qin Jun will destroy Ying City, and Chu's fate will perish. It is better to undermine national security than to undermine national security. The public is confused and lonely, and the world is drunk and lonely. If death can awaken Wang Xi, why should we be greedy for life and cherish it? Bind stubborn stones and leave dead bones in the sand. With the ambition of writing, integrity will be sung from generation to generation. Remember the sages in this world, Chu Ci has a long history. Life and death have their own rhetoric, so why did the ancients slander them? I might as well be wise and improve my reputation in China. At present, the ancient rhyme is not popular, so it is very sad to write this Chu Ci. Rolling on the waves. I miss the wine and the moon in my hometown, which coincides with the Dragon Boat Festival. I want to visit Qu Yuan. Although I was the only one involved in the river at that time, now there are many people rowing dragon boats around you to pay homage to you, lamenting that you were not appreciated by Xiang Wang and were exiled twice.
Many people want to say that they want to serve the country, but the king doesn't listen to them. They can only fondle their swords and sing their own sorrows in distant land. They watched the country decline day by day and were heartbroken. They expressed their selfless patriotic feelings through the article Ode to Orange, but they were all slandered. The cronies around me are hiding far away. Only ChanJuan is still with me. She gave me poisoned wine, which made me feel very sad. She fought against the rebellion with her life. Weave clothes for her, bid farewell to her soul in the dark, watch her fly to Guanghan to replace the fairy there, spread love for the world, let lovers get married in the dusk, and let everyone never forget her. Qin's army is about to attack Yundu, and Chu's fate will come to an end. How to live after the country is broken? I will keep it clean. Everyone is drunk, but I will be awake. If death can summon. Awaken the emperor, how can I pity my life? Those ambitions are sung through the ages with articles. Today's people should cherish the memory of the ancients without discussing their causes of death. Why do you want to slander the sages? Let those beautiful legends continue to spread. Writing ancient poems to record my prestige is out of fashion in China. If I wrote it, I would be accused of not posting it, and those ancient great talents would certainly cry like rivers and seas.