Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
I saw that the mountains were red all over the place, the forests were dyed, and the river was blue and transparent, and it was invincible.
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 classmates and teenagers, young, scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat!
Qilu long March
The Red Army is not afraid of expedition.
Wanshui Qian Shan is just idle.
Five ridges winding, blue waves rippling,
Wumeng is majestic, taking mud pills.
Jinsha water pats the clouds and cliffs warm,
The beams of Dadu Bridge are cold.
I prefer the snow in Minshan,
After the three armies, everyone laughed.