Wild grass and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge,
The sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley.
In the old days, Wang Xietang was in front of Yan,
Fly into the homes of ordinary people.
If I have to struggle all my life, then I will go back and forth with only one foot.
None of my family belongs to me in this life. Over there, let me devote my whole life to creating a river, Qing Haiyan.