San Nyan Zehu, Wan G ǔ Wei Yi Liu ·chǔ· Kebuqi.

Jia Yi lived here in exile for three years, which is a tragedy of tens of millions of generations.

This is a good example.

I look for traces of human existence in autumn grass and watch the sunset slowly tilt in the cold forest.

You're right, you're right.

Han Wendi is weak and weak, and Xiangjiang River water doesn't want to pay tribute, okay?

This is a good example.

Leaves fall in the lonely and lonely mountains. Poor you don't know why you are wandering in the world.

Translation:

You were banished to this remote place for three years, leaving you with the sorrow of living in Chu for generations.

Looking for your footprints on the autumn grass alone, only the dim sunset reflects the cold forest.

Why is Mingjun only kind to you? How do you know what future generations mean?

The mountains and rivers are unattended, and the vegetation is withered. I pity you for being demoted here!