Too busy, there are few pepper orchids, and it has become a million Li Tao. Diaoqu yuan
I have no tears at the moment.
Tears have long been the Dragon Boat Festival water.
In May, Guluo River flooded.
Forgive me, my poet.
Your sigh in 2000
We've packed it.
Tie Hanwa to the spider's shelf with Qin bricks.
Only you have shown unyielding national integrity.
For thousands of years.
We have been in the rescue.
Today, the rivers in China are at high tide again.
We made a sprint gesture.
Take Li Sao as a song
Take Jiuge as the number
Wan ge Jing fa
No matter in old Chuze
still
Once Qin numa
Thank you, my poet
You jump with a heavy stone in your arms.
Let history come true in an instant.
awaken
No neat and tidy.
No Han Yan.
No Qin Wei
No Zhao
no longer
Blood-stained ethnic scuffles and
It's fried too fast.
Family members draw swords at each other-internal/sibling fights.
Maybe you still hold a grudge.
The Chu River, which was once defended to the death.
On today's map
It is impossible to find it accurately.
But it belongs to a man.
Stronger territory
Belongs to a greater name—
China
Your immortal poems
Published by China
We salvaged your boat.
Made in China