In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island.
Look at the mountains covered with red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies on the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom.
With a melancholy outline, I ask, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth?
I brought hundreds of couples on this trip to recall the glorious past.
The young classmate Qia was in his prime, but he was a scholar and scolded Fang Qiu.
To point out the country and inspire the words, the dung is like thousands of households.
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat?
On a crisp day in late autumn, I stood alone at the head of Orange Island, looking at the clear water of the Xiangjiang River flowing slowly northward.
Look at the thousands of mountain peaks all turning red, the layers of forest seem to be dyed with color, the river is clear and blue, and the big ships are riding the wind and waves, vying for the first place.
In the vast sky, eagles are flying vigorously, fish are swimming briskly in the clear water, and everything is vying to live a free life in the autumn light.
Facing the boundless universe, (thousands of thoughts come to my mind at the same time) I want to ask: Who decides and controls the rise and fall of this vast earth?
Looking back on the past, my classmates and I often came here to play together. Those countless extraordinary years spent discussing national affairs together still linger in my mind.
The students are in their youth and in their prime; we are full of ambition, unrestrained and powerful.
Commenting on national affairs and writing these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the pure, the warlords and bureaucrats at that time were treated like dirt.
Do you remember that we swam together in the rapids where the waves were so big that they could stop the speeding boats? History Corner In the history of China, Qu Yuan was the first poet to depict the beauty of nature in large quantities and to combine the description of natural beauty with concern for the fate of the country and people. This is a fine tradition of Chinese classical poetry. Mao Zedong's poetry inherited this fine tradition. He is good at integrating natural beauty and social beauty, and expresses the content of social beauty through lifelike and vivid artistic images of natural beauty. Through the description of the autumn scenery of Changsha and the memories of the revolutionary struggle life in his youth, this poem raises the question of "who is in charge of ups and downs?" and expresses the spirit of optimism about the future of the Chinese nation and the lofty ambition to take world affairs as one's own responsibility.
Especially the last three sentences of this poem end with a question, cleverly answering the question of "who is in charge of the ups and downs".
Just like those who hit the water in the middle of the river, bravely throw themselves into the revolutionary waves