Jianghu line
The year is coming to an end,
Want to dress up,
Then head to the rivers and lakes.
Walk a thousand mountains,
Over 10,000 water.
Parcel hope,
Be proud.
Wave your hand across the world,
Cross the five continents with your head held high.
Horizontal eyebrow world,
Sweat and blood life.
Resentful,
Swallow hard work.
Three hundred and sixty-five days,
Summer and autumn survive and winter and spring.
When it comes time to return home,
Hear the mother's call.
Tasteless,
Sleepless.
Pack your bags and reap the rewards,
The bosom is full of hearts.
The heart does not step on the song,
Love flies.
Fly a thousand miles,
Smell the country sounds.