荡舟,寻觅。河边的芦苇结满了洁白的霜花。寒风凛冽、刺骨,却吹不散我心头的火焰。我所思慕的伊人啊,你在何方?世上的一见钟情,是否都如轻风的一阵低语?如此突然,如此动心。若当初不懦弱不迟疑,又怎会有如今的懊悔痛彻心扉。思念若蔓草,扎根于心中,拔不掉,除不尽。我要找到你,我的伊人。清清的流水载着的,不是我,而是我那满腔的深情 Swing boat, looking for. The riverside reeds are full of white frost. The wind was sweltering and biting, but it did not blow the flame of my heart. The Iraqi people I admired, where are you? Is love at first sight in the world like a breeze whisper? It is so sudden, so tempting. If you do not hesitate and do not hesitate at the beginning, how can there be today’s repentance? If you think of creeping grass, rooted in the heart, you can’t pull it off, except for inexhaustible. I want to find you, my Iraqi. It’s not me, it’s my passionate feeling