Original text of "Qinyuan Spring·Changsha":
In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island. See the mountains all red, the forests all dyed; the rivers full of green, with hundreds of boats vying for the current. Eagles strike in the sky, fish fly in the shallows, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom in the sky. With a melancholy outline, I asked the vast land, who is responsible for the ups and downs?
I brought hundreds of couples on a trip. Reminiscing about the glorious past. Qia's classmate is a young boy who is in his prime; he is a scholarly student and scolds Fang Qiu. Pointing out the country and inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households. Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the flying boat?
Translation of "Qinyuan Spring·Changsha":
In late autumn, I stood alone at the head of Orange Island, looking at the clear water of the Xiangjiang River rushing north. Looking at the thousands of mountain peaks all turning red, the layers of woods seem to have been dyed with color; the autumn water of the river is clear and blue, and the big ships are riding the wind and waves, vying to be the first. The eagle is agile and vigorous, flying in the vast blue sky, the fish is light and easy, sinking and floating in the clear water, and everything is striving to live a free life in the autumn light. Facing the vast universe with melancholy and emotion, I want to ask: Who should control the ups and downs of this vast and vast land?
My classmates and I often came here to roam together hand in hand. Those countless extraordinary years spent discussing national affairs together still linger in my mind. The students are in their youth and in their prime; they are full of ambition, unrestrained and powerful. Commenting on national affairs and writing these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the righteous, the dignitaries, warlords and bureaucrats at that time were treated as nothing more than dirt. Do you still remember that we went swimming in the middle of the river where the water was deep and fast, and the waves almost blocked the speeding boats?