Author: Mao Zedong (Modern)
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang North, Orange Island. Look at the mountains everywhere,
The layers of forest are completely dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle soared into the sky,
Fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, ask the boundless earth,
Who dominates the ups and downs? I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years. Just classmates and teenagers,
In full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu. Point out that this country,
Inspire words, Wan Huhou's dirt. Do you remember hitting the water in the middle stream?
The waves stopped the flying boat?
Translation:
On a crisp autumn day in late autumn, I stood alone in Orange Island, watching the clear water of Xiangjiang River slowly flow northward.
You see that ten thousand peaks in Qian Qian have turned red, and 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.
The eagle flies briskly in the vast sky, the fish swims briskly in the clear water, and everything competes for free life in the Qiu Guang.
Facing the boundless universe, I want to ask: Who decides to dominate the rise and fall of this boundless earth?
In retrospect, my classmates and I often come here hand in hand to play. Talking about state affairs together, 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 we swam in the rapids together? At that time, the waves were big enough to stop the fast-moving ships.