I Only Saw the Qin Dynasty but Not the Moon

Let's look at the hundreds of schools of thought vying for prominence. Let's look at that golden-armed and iron-horse swallowing up mountains and rivers It's a pity that old friends are like leaves falling in the wind, gradually withering away I'm the only one left alive and dead White-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River I'm used to seeing the autumn moon like the spring breeze