独立寒秋，湘江北去，橘子洲头。

　　看万山红遍，层林尽染；漫江碧透，百舸争流。

　　鹰击长空，鱼翔浅底，万类霜天竞自由。

　　怅寥廓，问苍茫大地，谁主沉浮。

　　携来百侣曾游，

　　忆往昔峥嵘岁月稠。

　　恰同学少年，风华正茂；书生意气，挥斥方遒。

　　指点江山，激扬文字，粪土当年万户侯。

　　曾记否，到中流击水，浪遏飞舟。

　　Changsha

　　Alone I stand in the autumn cold

　　On the tip of Orange Island，

　　The Xiang flowing northward；

　　I see a thousand hills crimsoned through

　　By their serried woods deep-dyed，

　　And a hundred barges vying

　　Over crystal blue waters.

　　Eagles cleave the air，

　　Fish glide under the shallow water；

　　Under freezing skies a million creatures contend in freedom.

　　Brooding over this immensity，

　　I ask， on this bondless land

　　Who rules over man's destiny？

　　I was here with a throng of companions，

　　Vivid yet those crowded months and years.

　　Young we were， schoolmates，