Evil, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
I feel that this poem has become a leader, and it is difficult to find a comparable agreed poem. . . What's more, people are famous because they are ingenious and different from ordinary people, so it is difficult to find the same meaning. . .