万年桥下石脂残，夜里常听货客官。

南岭翻飞怀往事，西山历落度寒酸。

急流骇浪险滩架，群玉浮空栖岸鸾。

灵嶂碧江东海去，楚风悠远忆雕栏。

The stone grease under the Wannian bridge is broken. I often listen to the cargo guest at night.

The Nanling mountains are flying, remembering the past, and the west mountain is poor.

Rapids, waves and dangerous shoals, a group of jade floating in the air, perching on the bank Luan.

Lingzhang Bijiang goes to the East China Sea, and Chu wind remembers Diaolan.