Mao Zedong
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island.
I saw that the mountains were red all over the place, the forests were dyed, and the river was blue and transparent, and it was invincible.
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 classmates and teenagers, young, scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Do you remember that you hit the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the flying boat?