In the cold autumn, I watched the Xiangjiang River flow northward independently in Orange Island.
Qinyuanchun, Changsha, Mao Zedong
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island. Look at the mountains everywhere,
The layers of forest are completely dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle hits the sky,
Fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the boundless earth,
Who dominates the ups and downs? I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years. Just classmates and teenagers,
In full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Point out that this country,
Inspire words, Wan Huhou's dirt. Do you remember hitting the water in the middle stream?
The waves stopped the flying boat?