In late autumn, I stood alone in Orange Island, watching the surging Hunan water running northward.
Thousands of peaks have all turned red, and layers of trees seem to have been dyed; The river is crystal clear, and a large ship is braving the wind and waves.
The eagle flies in the vast sky, the fish swims in the clear water, and everything is fighting for a free life in Qiu Guang.
Facing the vast universe, I feel disappointed: who should dominate the ups and downs of this vast land?
My classmates and I used to walk here hand in hand. Talking about state affairs together, countless extraordinary years still haunt me.
Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is full of enthusiasm and energy.
Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt.
Remember when we crossed the river and swam to the middle of the river, the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?
2. Original text:
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?