Independent in cold and autumn, Xiangjiang River goes north, orange island.

Look at all the mountains, and all the forests are 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 compete for freedom.

I'm disappointed. Ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?

I brought a hundred couples to travel, recalling the past eventful years.

just a classmate and teenager, in the prime of life; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

pointing out the mountains and inspiring words, dirt was Wan Huhou in those days.

ever remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the flying boat?