In the cold autumn of Independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island.
See the mountains all red and the forests all dyed.
The river is full of green, and hundreds of boats are vying for the current.
Eagles strike in the sky, fish fly in the shallows, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom in the sky.
Feeling melancholy, I asked the boundless world, who is responsible for the ups and downs?
I brought a hundred couples with me to travel and recall the glorious past.
I am a young classmate who is in my prime.
The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the country and inspiring words, the excrement of thousands of households.
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat from flying?