Mao Zedong
Just drink Changsha water,
Eating Wuchang fish again.
Crossing the Yangtze River,
Looking at Google on a surface.
No matter how stormy it is,
Better than walking around,
I must rest today.
Son in sichuan yue:
The deceased is like a husband!
The wind blows,
The tortoise and the snake are quiet.
Make great plans.
A bridge flies north and south,
The natural barrier has become a thoroughfare.
Set up the stone wall of Xijiang River,
Cut off Wushan Yu Yun,
The high gorge flows out of Pinghu.
Goddess should be safe,
When the world is shocked.
Changsha Qinyuanchun?
Modern Mao Zedong
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?
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.