Mao Zedong
( 1925)
Independent cold autumn,
Xiangjiang river goes north,
Orange island.
Look at the mountains everywhere,
The layers of forest are completely dyed;
The river is full of water,
There were hundreds of battles.
The eagle soared into the sky,
The fish is shallow,
All kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Loneliness,
Ask the boundless earth,
Who dominates the ups and downs?
Took 100 couples on a trip,
Recalling the past, the years are thick.
Just classmates and teenagers,
In full bloom;
Scholar spirit,
Scold Fang Qiu.
Point out that this country,
Enlightening words,
Shit is Wan Huhou.
Do you ever remember,
Into the middle of the river,
The waves stopped the flying boat!