Ice and snow on Tanggula Mountain
The backbone of the roof of the world
My old mother.
You come from ancient times.
How many generous elegies have been soaked
Such as surging passion
In your gentle, thick, curved arms
Like a newborn baby.
Yangtze river
I am your faithful son.
Live by water
Your desolate eyes
Sweep my desolate forehead
When drinking water
Is the essence of your splendid culture.
Gave birth to my poetry wave.
Yangtze river
In your waves
I am just a drop of water in your breath.
It's the sword that splits endless obstacles.
It is the soul that makes a magnificent soul.
It is love that condenses a torrent.
Yangtze river
On your chest
I'm just dust in your invasion.
Stand the test in the fierce struggle
I will always be silent gold.
Precipitated in your calm and soft waves
Walking in the moonlight by the river.
Yangtze river
A huge eastward flow
You will never stop pursuing.
Bypass rocks, shoals and mountains
Moisten a thousand miles of wilderness
Is the source of the vast sea.
All rivers run into the sea.
No one can stop you.
Yearning for the vastness of the sea