Author Wang Chao, chairman of Hyundai
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?
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On a crisp autumn day in late autumn, I stood alone in Orange Island, watching the clear water of Xiangjiang River slowly flow northward.
You see, thousands of peaks have turned red, and layers of trees seem to have been dyed. The river is crystal clear and the ship is racing against the wind and waves.
In the vast sky, eagles are flying vigorously, fish are swimming briskly in clear water, and everything is competing for the free life of Qiu Guang.
Facing the boundless universe (thousands of thoughts come to mind together), I want to ask, who will decide the rise and fall of this boundless earth?
My classmates and I often come here hand in hand to play. Talking about state affairs together, countless extraordinary years still haunt me.
The students are in their youth and prime. Everyone is ambitious, unrestrained and strong.
Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt.
Do you remember when we swam in a place where the river was deep and fast, and the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?