Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
On a crisp autumn day in late autumn, I watched the clear water of Xiangjiang River slowly flow northward. I stood alone in 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.
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.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
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.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
Facing the boundless universe, I want to ask: Who will decide the rise and fall of this boundless earth?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
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.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Students are in their youth and prime of life; Everyone is ambitious, unrestrained and strong.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Commenting on state affairs, writing these turbulent and clear articles, treating the warlords and bureaucrats at that time as dirt.
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?