A Picture of Asking Questions in Qiu Mountain

The wild geese are flying south again,

As far as the eye can see, there is no end to the horizon,

It is hard to catch the setting sun.

Boundless wildfires burned the grass,

piles of rocks were piled up along the way,

it was impossible to bury them all,

dust and ashes fell.

There is only the rolling water of the Yangtze River,

The waves behind still push the waves ahead:

The treasure is exhausted,

right and wrong.

You claim to be indestructible,

How much have you suffered for these words?

Rain and wind.

The wind on the table is ninety thousand miles away,

The war drum is beating heavily under the pen,

How has the tiger general ever lost his power?

In order for the Wan family to be reunited,

I have a home and cannot return.

To whom,

complain of sorrow?