1. "Qinyuan Spring? Changsha" by Mao Zedong
In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island. See the mountains all red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current. Eagles strike in the sky, fish fly in the shallows, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom in the sky. With a melancholy outline, I asked the boundless earth, who is responsible for the ups and downs? I brought a hundred couples with me to travel, recalling the turbulent years of the past. I happened to be a classmate when I was young, in my prime, and I was full of scholarly energy, and I scolded Fang Qiu. Pointing out the country and inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat from flying?
2. "Rain Alley" by Dai Wangshu
Excerpt: Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet a lilac-like knot of sadness. Resentful girl. She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She is sad in the rain, sad and hesitant; she is wandering in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, just like me, silently indifferent like me. , desolate, and melancholy.
3. "Farewell to Cambridge" by Xu Zhimo
Excerpt: I leave as gently as I came; I wave my hand gently to bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset, and their beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
4. Inscription on a humble house
The author is Liu Yuxi? Tang Dynasty
The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: What is so shameful?
Translation: A mountain does not lie in its height, as long as you have gods, you will be famous. Water does not depend on its depth, but if it has a dragon, it will appear to have aura. This is a simple house, but I (the person who lives in it) have good moral character (so it doesn’t feel simple). The moss marks that have grown up to the steps are green in color; the green grass is reflected in the curtains.
The people who come here to talk and laugh are all knowledgeable scholars. The people who interact with people who have no knowledge can usually play the elegant guqin and read the Buddhist scriptures written in gold. There is no sound of music to disturb the ears, and no official documents to make the body tired. There is Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage in Nanyang, and there is a pavilion like Yangtze Cloud in Western Shu. Confucius said: "What's so crude about this?"
5. The Drunken Old Man's Pavilion
The author was Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Chuzhou is surrounded by mountains. The peaks and ravines in its southwest are particularly beautiful. The one that looks awe-inspiring but deep and beautiful is Langya. After walking six or seven miles up the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of gurgling water flowing out between the two peaks, which is called Ningquan. On the winding road, there is a pavilion standing over the spring, which is called the Drunkard Pavilion. Who built the pavilion? The monk of the mountain is Zhixian.
Explanation: Chuzhou is surrounded by mountains. The several peaks, woods and valleys in the southwest are particularly beautiful. Looking from a distance, Langya Mountain is surrounded by lush trees, deep and beautiful. After walking for six or seven miles along the mountain road, I gradually heard the sound of gurgling water. It was a stream of water flowing down from between the two peaks. It was Ningquan.
The spring winds along the mountain peaks and turns along the mountain road. There is a pavilion flying over the spring like a bird spreading its wings, that is the Drunkard Pavilion. Who built this pavilion? It is Zhixian, the monk on the mountain.