In independent/cold autumn, the Xiangjiang River/goes north to Orange Island/head. Look at the thousands of mountains that are all red, and the forests that are all dyed; the river that is full of blue, and hundreds of boats competing for the current. Eagles strike in the sky, fish fly in the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frosty skies compete for freedom. Feeling sad and lonely, I asked who would control the sinking and floating of the vast earth.

Bringing / hundreds of couples who have traveled together, recalling the / / glorious / years of the past. Just //Classmate/Youngster, Fenghua/Zhengmao; Scholar/Energetic, Huishui/Fangqiu. Guiding / country, inspiring / words, dung soil year / / ten thousand / households / Hou. Do you ever remember that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat and it flew away.