First, "Qinyuanchun Changsha":
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang 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?
Second, praise for the sun:
The blue sea is rough and the tide is eastward. Brilliant, there will be yo-the newborn sun! The cloud island in the sky and sea has been laughing as brightly as fire! I can't wait to level all the obstacles in front of me! There it is! There it is! Geng Jingjing's white-hot and round light!
There are infinite gold threads flying from my eyes to the sun. The sun! I stare at you with my back to the sea. The sun! I won't go back unless you give me a bright light! The sun! Please shine in front of me forever and don't look back! The sun! When I took my eyes off you, it was dark all around!
The sun! Please treat my life as bright red blood! The sun! Please treat all my poems as some golden floats! The sun! The cloud island in my heart is already as bright as fire! The sun! Please always listen, listen, the surging waves in my heart!