Green mountains stretch across Beiguo,
White water surrounds the east city.
This place is different,
I have traveled thousands of miles alone.
The meaning of wandering in the clouds,
The feeling of an old friend in the setting sun.
I wave my hand and go away,
The horses in the Xiaoxiao class are ringing.
Translated poem:
Green hills lie on the north side of the city, and white water surrounds the east city.
Here we shake hands and say goodbye. You are like a fluffy grass wandering thousands of miles on an expedition.
A wanderer's thoughts are like clouds in the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun is like a friendship that is difficult to leave behind.
We waved goodbye frequently and left, and the horses neighed in farewell...