The scorching fire lines roast the earth, causing a gleam on people's foreheads, with the heaven and earth turning gray and white, as the pale blue river surrounds them, the surging tide roars in their ears.
Liang Qu raises the wine cup high, with two suns hanging in the sky in front, and a galloping sacred statue behind.
Millions of people prostrate, praying for a bountiful harvest and peace and joy this year.
June 6 to July 12, from Huai River East to Huai River West.
Tracing them upstream, the road is obstructed and long.
The wine cup descends, wine spills over the great river.
All the noise returns to silence, an empty void arises from the heart.
[River Dominance Degree: 21.4 (River Favor Degree: 92.0499)]!
A long, melancholy sigh.
"Now, I lack nothing!"
Sunset, moonrise.
"Good, good, come again, come again!"
"Smash him, smash him!"
"Oh dear, is it possible, is it possible?"
The celebration ends, the tower ship gallops above the Jiang Huai.
