Dark hometown soul, chasing travel thoughts, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Su Qimu [Fan Zhongyan]
Qinyuanchun, Changsha, 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?
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.
Pointing out the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, soil is used by thousands of households.
Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?