Impromptu Compilation in June of the Year of Yiji

Part One“Touring the Ancient Town of Yuehe”Small streets, small alleys, small streams,Stone paths, stone bridges, stone-roofed buildings.Black boats sway with ancient Yue rhythms,Willow trees for a thousand years know no sorrow.Part Two“Riding the High-Speed Train Back to Xiang”Returning from the gates of the underworld, casting away a thousand sorrows,By West Lake, I trust in the sky’s journey.The fragrant winds of ancient Yue leave one intoxicated,Dreaming back to Dongting, drifting in a small boat.Part Three“Fist Raising on the City Balcony”Under the shadowless lamp, testing my skills,For a hundred days, the warrior’s waist has not stretched.Gathering inspiration from Suzhou and Hangzhou, drinking Xiang water,A man raises his fist, shaking off his charm.Part Four“The Old Man’s Poetic Soul Wanders in Ta Qing”A river of blue water flows towards Dongting,Green mountains on both banks express love.A rainbow transforms into a bridge, grand in color and sound,The old man’s poetic soul wanders in Ta Qing.Part Five“Summer Morning Scenery in Zhuzhou”The beautiful scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou still lingers in my heart,Once again, I dream of entering the mirror platform.The fairy sleeps in the morning, unaware of waking,In the river, the mirage hides the talents of Chu.Part Six“Chu Madness, Drunkenly Treading the Song”A river of blue water, a river of feelings,Cloud flowers bloom, delicate and charming.The blazing sun rises, painting the sky for miles,Chu madness, drunkenly treading the song.Part Seven“Summer Morning Scenery at Shennong Platform”Exquisite and elegant, Shennong Platform,Flying eaves gather the moon into my heart.Wind chimes sway, the green mountains intoxicated,For thousands of years, Xiang water rushes towards me.Part Eight“Summer Morning Chant at Shennong Park”Shennong Pavilion bathes in the morning breeze,The garden is full of dawn’s colors, lush and green.Birds chirp and insects sing a symphony,The old man’s soul wanders in the Ta Qing Palace.Part Nine“Summer Morning Journey by the River”Blue skies and white clouds know no sorrow,A river of blue water merges with the sea’s flow.Green mountains on both banks shake off their emerald colors,The city is filled with the noise of car horns and bustling buildings.Part Ten“The Old Man Seems Like a Tide Child”Clouds and flowers fill the sky,Thousands of horses gallop, causing a stir in the world.A long rainbow transforms into a bridge, playing in Xiang water,The old man seems like a tide child.Part Eleven“Mirage in the River, Flowers in the Sky”Mirage in the river, flowers in the sky,The bright sun splashes colors, transforming into clouds.Green mountains and city walls bathe in the dawn’s light,Willows sway in the wind, playing the role of a little girl.Part Twelve“Composing a Poem Under Shennong Pavilion”The old man still bears the worries of youth,Under Shennong Pavilion, he shakes off his charm.With ink and colors in his belly, he splashes more ink,The heavenly horse roams freely.Part Thirteen“Strolling on the High Platform in the Morning Sun”Strolling on the high platform in the morning sun,The Xiang water ripples with deep feelings.The southern wind intoxicates the travelers,The rosy light on the face is always suitable.Part Fourteen“A Martial Man Bathing in the Morning Light”A river of blue water, a river of feelings,A bridge like a rainbow plays with colorful clouds.A piece of green mountain overflows with emerald colors,A martial man bathes in the morning light.Part Fifteen“Reflections on Shennong Platform”The great river flows away, never to return,Green mountains on both banks accompany pavilions and towers.A long bridge like a rainbow crosses the clouds,The old man harbors the worries of youth.Part Sixteen“The Old Man Proudly Calls Himself Chu Madness”With the sky above and the river behind,Ink splashes into the sea of clouds, entering the gallery.Drinking deeply from the southern wind brings intoxication,The old man proudly calls himself Chu madness.Part Seventeen“The Old Man Strolling Up the High Platform”The old man strolls up the high platform,Clouds and flowers compete to bloom in the sky.Water surrounds the green mountains with deep affection,A long bridge like a rainbow gracefully approaches.

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