The child is determined to go to the countryside, or he will not return if he succeeds.
Why bury bones in mulberry fields? Life is everywhere.
I am confident that if I live for 200 years, I will be a water hammer with a distance of three thousand miles.
Changsha Qinyuanchun 1920
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 hits the sky, the fish is shallow,
All kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth,
Who dominates the ups and downs?
Took a hundred couples on a trip.
Recalling the past, the years are thick.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom;
Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Guide the direction, inspire words,
Shit is Wan Huhou.
Do you remember hitting the water in the middle stream?
The waves stopped the flying boat?
I don't need to say heroic, but I still appreciate his poems.
It's just that I found that the chairman's poems were not done enough in some delicate places, not as good as Su Shi and Xin Qiji you said.