Full text:
"Song of Water - Swimming"
Mao Zedong
It was only when I drank the water of Changsha that I ate the fish of Wuchang.
The Yangtze River is crossed by 10,000 li, and the Chutian sky is soothed by the extreme view.
No matter how the wind blows and the waves beat, it is better than walking idly, and I have got a wide margin today.
The son on the Sichuan said: the dead are like the sifu!
The wind and the boom are moving, the turtle and the snake are quiet, and they are starting to make grand plans.
A bridge flies over the north and south, the moat becomes a road.
What's more, the Xijiang River stone wall, cut off the Wushan Mountain clouds and rain, high gorges out of the Pinghu Lake.
The goddess should be safe, when the world is shocked.