Still better than the shape of Jingxiang, the old base in front of Chibi Mountain is long. Black magpie flies to the south without Wei land, river of no return, and there are three ways for a hundred years, and a hundred schools of thought contend. Today's story has passed, and fishermen are singing light waves in the moonlight.
Praise the talents trained by the academy will be with the mountains and rivers and will be admired by future generations.
The use of code is natural and ingenious, which can be said to be natural;
This is a nostalgic poem, lamenting the past and cherishing the past.