We crossed the river and leaving Mount Jingmen is far away.
Came to the eastward riverside and visiting the land of main.
Where the mountains are receded with the fields on the way.
The river rolling and seemed to flow into the boundless plain.
The shadow of the moon is like an mirror in the sky and be flies.
The clouds are formed like miraged towers and in the difference.
But I still cherish the surging river of homeland and in my eyes.
It flows along with me where my boat is passing to the distance.