Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River going north, orange island. Look at the mountains all over the place, 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 compete for freedom. Lonely, ask the vast earth, who is in charge of ups and downs? I brought a hundred couples to travel and recalled the past years. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Pointing the way, inspiring words, dirt in Wan Huhou that year. Have you ever remembered,