Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the sea.

The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river.

People who come to the river often only love perches.

... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.

The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.