The night is low and the sky is empty. In the distance, there were also two or two wild geese called Luo Yan. The partners sang the old lake songs through the wine. I play the song in the lake, the family is poor and there are some points; a field is not there, I rely on fishing to make a living. Winter winter to go fishing, snow and ice cold; fine bodhisattva to the gods, fine squid on the hook; fine drum this ping pong, thin legs frozen into sputum. ...... Eat a meal of river water boiled river fish, drink a pot of Raozhou old man, sing a song of ancient lake songs, sing and drink, one person sings, everyone picks up, one night's lake songs At dawn. Poyang Lake is such a legendary, legendary, unclear, unclear legend. She gives me a knight-like loyalty and makes me a literati. I was born here and grew up here; I went from here to the distance and returned from the distance once and again; I am here to get infinite energy, and radiate from here... my Poyang Lake, my love.