"Chu Jiangdong"
The strength of the mountain is gone, but there is no cold current in the sword energy.
Eight thousand people from Jiangdong used to sail on this boat.
When I look back from Wujiang River, I can't bear to see the heavy pupils weeping with blood, and the broken halberds buried in the barren hills.
Who pulls the stars and the river falls, sitting alone on the ancient ferry.
Repair the armor, collect the bones, and mend the golden pot.
After ten years of gathering, Wu Gou was covered by thousands of hectares of rice waves.
The tide hits the empty city and the old fortress, the moon shines on the new willows, and the word "goose" writes Gao Qiu.
Although there are three households in Chu, they no longer sing and leave their worries.
