The road is first divided where the fire wheel rises, and the beating drums and the wind and tide are heard at the soles of the feet.

The morning smoke of ten thousand stoves boils white snow, and a river of autumn spikes cuts yellow clouds.

The mountain is far from deep and wide, and the crocodile has escaped from the old text.

If there is a field that can be borrowed, Kangcheng will want to plow it. (Note: In the old days, Chao Yang was today's Chaozhou)

<Boating Han River Chanting>

Showing the ridge as a screen to shine bright pearl,

A river with the water to An Bei Cache.

The old shipping lanes of the north and south,

The new hub of transportation.

The ships are lifted up to the clouds and the sky is far away,

and the jade flute is fluttering in an ancient tune.

The people of Chaozhou have been striving hard since ancient times,

Fengcheng is now making great progress.

(Cache: Ancient City; Fengcheng: Chaozhou