In 1925, it was
independent in cold autumn,
Xiangjiang River went north,
orange island.
Look at the mountains everywhere,
The layers of forest are all dyed;
the river is full of water, and
there are hundreds of battles.
the eagle strikes the sky,
the fish is shallow, and
everything is free in frost.
melancholy,
ask the boundless earth,
who is in charge of ups and downs?
I have traveled with a hundred couples.
recalling the past, the eventful years are thick.
just a classmate and teenager,
in his prime;
the scholar is in a high spirit, and
reprimands Fang Qiu.
pointing out the mountains and rivers,
inspiring words,
Dirt was Wan Huhou in those days.
remember,
hitting the water in the middle stream,
the waves stopped the flying boat?