Stand facing the sun and take an oath that you will not tear it;
Touch the spring and roar, 'I will not leave anyone's chair. '
Be it the wrong way or the river, everything is closed if you can jump.
It goes without saying that water is life.
When you stick, you can drip water,
but life will not flow.
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