#Can you say the most beautiful ancient poem #The favorite is Chairman Mao's "Qinyuan Spring." Changsha" independent cold autumn, xiangjiang north, orange island head. Look at the ten thousand mountains red all over, the layers of forests are dyed; man

#Can you say the most beautiful ancient poem# The favorite is Chairman Mao's "Qinyuan Spring. Changsha》

Independent cold autumn, xiangjiang north, orange island head.

　　See the red mountains all over the place, and the layers of forests are dyed;

　　The river is full of blue, and hundreds of boats are competing for the current.

　　Eagle strikes long skies, fish soar shallow bottom,

　　All kinds of frost days compete for freedom.

　　Ask the vast earth, who is the Lord of the ups and downs?

　　

　　Bring a hundred lovers to travel,

　　Reminiscing about the past, the years are thick.

　　Qia classmate is a teenager, and the style is flourishing;

　　Bookish and arrogant.

　　Pointing out the country, stirring up words,

　　Manure soil was ten thousand households in that year.

　　Have you ever remembered, hit the water in the middle of the stream, and the waves stopped the flying boat!