Acquaintance is not for fishing, but for the net.
You live at the head of the Yangtze River and I stand on the bank of the Yellow River.
Great rivers run thousands of miles, and the yellow water twists and turns.
You hold the old pen, I hold the inkstone like a plate,
In the book, the raft floats and poetry becomes a sail.
Jiang Hao has a long history.
America is China's water, stronger than China's mountains.
Just sing the Yangtze River and sigh the Yellow River,
Love comes from the heart, again and again.
Can remember the river, the ink people do not know where to return,
Not for the famous building, but for the crane.
You can remember that in front of the lake mouth, the galloping horse was dark.
Zhuang Huai is particularly fierce and has many heroes.
I was born in the Yellow River, and you live at the head of the Yangtze River.
The two places are thousands of miles apart and often hold hands in dreams.
When it comes to love, hearts talk to each other.
The ancient river has gone, but has the great river stayed?
Know perfectly well past ask, and then listen back to say:
The river flows like Tianshui, and the waves speed up again.
Time flies, years make people old,
The most difficult thing between heaven and earth is to cherish each other.
If you really know each other, how can you not be arrogant and impetuous?
Straight into the waves, the vast sea will tide!