Recalling the extraordinary years of the past: Countless extraordinary years are still lingering in my heart.

Thickness is opposite to "thin", here it is interpreted as "countless, many"

Qinyuanchun·Changsha

Era: Modern

Word brand: Qinyuanchun

Title: Changsha

Writing time: 1925

Content:

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north to the head of Orange Island.

Look at the thousands of mountains covered with red, and the forests all dyed;

The river is full of green, and hundreds of boats are vying for the current.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish flies to the shallow bottom,

All kinds of frost compete for freedom in the sky.

With a melancholy outline, I ask, who is in charge of the ups and downs of the vast earth?

I have traveled with hundreds of couples,

Reminiscing about the glorious past.

The boy who was my classmate was in his prime;

The scholar was angry and scolded Fang Qiu.

Pointing to the country, inspiring words,

The dung soil was like ten thousand households.

Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the current, the waves stopped the boat!

Notes:

Qinyuanchun: The name of the brand, named after the Qinshui Princess Garden in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Juzizhou: in the Xiangjiang River near Changsha.

舸(gě): big ship.

Classmates: Mao Zedong studied at Hunan First Normal School from 1913 to 1918. In 1918, Mao, Xiao Yu, Cai Hesen and others organized the Xinmin Society and began his early political activities.

遁(qiú): strong.

Contain (è): stop.

On a clear and crisp day in late autumn, I stood alone at the head of Orange Island, looking at the clear water of the Xiangjiang River slowly flowing northward.

Watching the thousands of mountains turn red , the layers of woods seem to have been dyed; the autumn water of the river is clear and blue, and large ships are riding the wind and waves, vying for the lead. The eagles are agile and vigorous, flying in the vast blue sky, and the fish are light and easy, sinking and sinking in the clear water bottom Floating, all living things strive for freedom in autumn.

Facing the boundless universe, (thousands of thoughts come to my mind at the same time) I want to ask: How does the rise and fall of this vast earth depend? Who decides and rules?

Back in the past, my friends and I often came here to roam hand in hand. We discussed national affairs together. Those countless extraordinary years are still lingering in my heart.

The students were in their youth and in their prime; they were full of ambition, high spirits, and powerful. Commenting on national events, they wrote these articles that stirred up the turmoil and promoted the righteous, bringing to the attention of those dignitaries, warlords and bureaucrats at that time. It looks like dung.

Do you remember that when we were swimming in the river, the waves almost blocked the speeding boats?