In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there are colorful fallen flowers. I was once that gentle girl,
Once upon a time, I also wanted to be with you,
Standing against the mountains and rivers with swords, the harp and harp singing in harmony, watching the small bridges and flowing water, the long smoke and the setting sun;
Or,
Visit the plants and trees in the world, join hands with fishermen and woodcutter, and share the beauty of the moonlit moon thousands of miles away.
I never thought that fate plays tricks on people,
Living in troubled times, my fate is determined by God.
Human relationships are warm and cold, and the world is cold and cold.
The sky is blue and blue, but it is hard to describe good and evil.
The iron bones are clanking, but the floating clouds block the sun,
The chaos is so great that it cannot be established without destruction.
I wish that the sea and rivers will be clear and the world will be at peace.
Don't ask about the future, it's just the end of the world.
A half-life of military service, one stroke of writing describes the frivolity of this life.