Qin Sang knew where he was and strayed into Wuling River. The fishing boats on the stream sing late, and the evening songs stir the orioles. Don't ask about right and wrong, sadness and hatred, just say that the breeze flows into the clothes and the colorful clouds make the rainbow. Forgetting the Tianque Road, banishing immortals creates ripples.
It's hard to see each other, but it's also hard to say goodbye. We're both flying together. How far is the obsession? It's better to be in the rivers and lakes. The red wind sings to protect each other, the jade kite flies with red dew, and the country lasts for many years. When we are invited together to dance with the moon, the mountain moon chases everyone back...
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