Qinyuanchun·Changsha
[Author] Mao Zedong
[Full text]
In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, at the head of Orange Island .
Look at the thousands of mountains covered with red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies on the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom.
With a melancholy outline, I ask, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth?
I brought hundreds of couples on this trip to recall the glorious past.
The young classmate Qia was in his prime, but he was a scholar and scolded Fang Qiu.
To point out the country and inspire the words, the dung is like thousands of households.
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat?