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Adaptation: Ma Rufeng.
Since I got to know the rushing river.
I got to know my north and south.
My south and north are very close to each other.
Close enough to see each other across the shore.
My north and south are far apart.
It's too far away to measure with your feet.
Wild geese fly south. Shortening my north and south with my wings.
The swallow returns. Holding the spring mud expresses my north and south.
My South. Graceful and lingering.
The rain hits the plantains, and the lotus fragrance is light.
It is the soft wave of the shadow Qinhuai River in the oar sound lamp.
It is the bell of Hanshan Temple that is soaked in frost flowers.
She is also the south of Li Yu and Liu Yong.
A river of spring water is surging eastward.
What flows away is the beautiful past and fragrance like falling flowers.
When I wake up. Freeze on the willow shore and the waning moon.
That kind of sadness. It is also destined to be frozen.
The sad face of the talented and beautiful woman in the south.
My North. Dignified and distant.
The snow drifts in the wasteland, and the waist drum is loud.
It is the wind and sand of the Gobi Desert singing side by side.
It is the green pine of the Xing'an Mountains that is contemplatively gazing.
He is also the north of Cen Shen and Gao Shi.
Smoke billowed and horses waved their reins.
In the snowfall of August in Hutian.
Northern soldiers riding and drinking.
is driving into the battlefield of swords and swords.
All victories and defeats.
In the end, it all turned into one.
Poplars under the cold moon at the border.
I have walked through Huangshan, Hengshan, Emei and Yandang.
Looking for my south.
My South. Hidden in the depths of the canopy boats, bluestone bridges, and oil-paper umbrellas.
Oh my South.
Apricot blossoms spring rain, small bridges flowing water, warblers fly grass grow.
I have walked through the Tianshan Mountains, Kunlun, Changbai, and Taihang.
Find my north.
My North. Hidden in the depths of loess kilns, window grille paper, yurts.
O my north.
Changyun Snow Mountain, desert lonely smoke, camel bell melodious.
Ah, my south.
I want to be strong with you.
Ah, my north.
I want to sing side by side with you.
My South and North.
My eternal home.
My North and South.
My eternal paradise.