The country of Cangwu will last for thousands of years,
Xiluo has been prosperous since ancient times.
Four prefectures and eight states, fertile fields thousands of miles away,
Not just millions of people.
There are great marshes in Yunmeng,
The sky is half green with shadows, and there are endless fish and birds.
Qinghui leads the way, and the long flute and piccolo sound are endless.
Seeing that I am far away from ignorance and happiness,
Recalling the place deep in the forest, whose heart does it all belong to?
The turbulent wind is rising, the dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and the red spear is the perfect shot.
The jade face is dimly lit.
He drank three hundred cups and became ecstatic.
I have traveled thousands of miles without regrets, but my heart is broken for your song.