Alone I stand in cold autumn; the Xiang River flows north, past Orange Isle.
I see mountains red throughout, forests dyed layer upon layer; the river blue and clear, with a hundred boats competing in the current.
Eagles strike the vast sky, fish glide in the shallow depths, and all creatures contend freely beneath the frosty heavens.
In the boundless expanse I ask: who shall command this vast land?
I came here once with many companions, remembering those extraordinary years.
We were young classmates in our prime, full of scholarly spirit and vigorous ambition.
We pointed out mountains and rivers, stirred words into action, and treated the powerful lords of old as dust.
Do you remember: in midstream we struck the waters, and the waves checked our speeding boat?
Written in August 1982, presenting Qin Yuan Chun to Elder Brother Changhao for correction. Ren Yu Nong.