Xiangjiang river north to the next sentence

Xiangjiang River goes north, and the next line is Orange Island.

I. Original text

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? 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, translation.

On a crisp autumn day in late autumn, I watched the clear water of Xiangjiang River slowly flow northward. Standing alone in orange island. You see that thousands of peaks have all turned red, and the layers of trees seem to be stained with color. The river is crystal clear, and the big ships are racing against the wind and waves. In the vast sky, eagles are flying vigorously, fish are swimming briskly in clear water, and everything is competing for the free life of Qiu Guang.

Facing the boundless universe, thousands of thoughts come to mind together and ask: Who decides to dominate the rise and fall of this boundless earth? Looking back, I often come here to play hand in hand with my classmates. Talking about state affairs together, those 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 when we were swimming in a place where the river was deep and fast, the waves almost blocked the speeding boat?

Poetry appreciation:

This word expresses the revolutionary youth's feelings for the destiny of the country and their lofty desire to transform the old China through the description of autumn scenery in Changsha and the memories of the revolutionary struggle life in their youth. The whole word is between phrases, blending sense with reason and scene.