The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes.
Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. The green hills are still there, and the sunset turns red several times.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.