Paddling the river
One is called the city
One is called a township
The city can overlook the countryside across the river
Eyes full of green during the day
The night was dark
There is also an annual one
Strange flowers blossom
The countryside can be seen in the mountains
Skyscrapers lined up during the day
Neon that shines at night
There are also some who squander their youth
Sound and color dogs and horses
A bridge connecting urban and rural areas
Like the umbilical cord that connects mother and baby
Walk above the youth who have entered the city
Walk above the elderly who have returned home
Like arteries and veins
Output and reflow
As far as my eyes can see
Two graves were seen
One in the countryside is backed by mountains and water
A flaming red lip in the city
A burial of ancestors
A burial of youth
Only the river is leisurely
Singing years do not grow old
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