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?
Took a hundred couples on a trip. Recalling the past, the years are thick. 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?
Like dyed color, the river is crystal clear, and a big ship is racing against the wind and waves. The eagle flies in the vast sky, the fish swims in the clear water, and everything is fighting for a free life in Qiu Guang. Facing the boundless universe, I want to ask: Who will decide the rise and fall of this boundless earth?
In retrospect, my classmates and I often come here hand in hand to play. Talking about state affairs, countless extraordinary years still haunt me.
Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is ambitious, unrestrained and strong. Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt. Do you remember? At that time, we were swimming in a place where the river was deep and fast, and the waves almost stopped the speeding boat?
2. Bodhisattva Man Yellow Crane Tower
The mighty nine factions flow to China, and the heavy line runs through the north and south. Misty and rainy, turtles and snakes lock the river.
Does the yellow crane know where to go? There is room for tourists. Soak the wine and a rising tide lifts all boats!
How many rivers run through China, and a hidden railway connects the north and the south. Clouds and rain are chaotic, and Guishan Sheshan locks the Yangtze River.
Where did the old yellow crane fly? Only a few tourists pass by here now. I will pour wine into the river to show my generosity. My heart is stronger than the rolling waves of the Yangtze River.
3. Xijiangyue Jinggangshan
Flags are in sight at the foot of the mountain, drums and horns are ringing at the top of the mountain. The enemy besieged thousands of people and I stopped.
Already very strict barriers, more United. There was a lot of gunfire in Huang Yangjie, and it was reported that the enemy had escaped at night.
The battle flag flutters at the foot of the mountain, drums and trumpets resound through the hills. Although I am surrounded by the enemy, I am still unshakable.
All the well-organized fortifications are ready, so they are more United like a fortress. In Huang Yangjie, the fire of the Red Army roared, and Maxima reported that the enemy had fled in the growing darkness.
4. Seven Laws Long March
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills with dignity.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.
I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
The Red Army is not afraid of all the difficulties and hardships on the Long March, and regards Qian Shan as ordinary. In the eyes of the red army, the continuous five mountains are just the ups and downs of microwave waves, and the majestic Wumeng Mountain is just a mud pill.
The Jinsha River is full of turbid waves, patting the towering cliffs and steaming. The cross frame of the dangerous bridge on the Dadu River is shaking the iron rope hanging high in the air, and the chill bursts.
What is more gratifying is that when we set foot on the snowy Minshan Mountain, everyone was smiling after the Red Army crossed it.
5, the seven laws answer friends
Mount Jiuyi went up to Bai Yunfei, and Di Zi rode the wind. A thousand tears came from Bambusa bambusa, and a hundred thousand clothes came from Xia Hong.
It snows in Dongting, and Long Island people sing poems. I want to dream big and the Netherlands is full of sunshine.
White clouds fluttered on Jiuyi Mountain, and two concubines danced down the mountain in the breeze. Tears glistened on the green bamboo branches, and patches of rosy clouds were woven into gorgeous clothes if the wind blew.
The waves in Dongting Lake roll up white waves, and Orange Island is full of earth-shattering songs. For this reason, I will dream of returning to the vast rivers and mountains of the motherland and shining brightly in the early morning in my hometown where hibiscus is in full bloom.