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— Mao Zedong, July 1930 In Sixth Moon, heavenly troops march to crush the rotten and vile,With ten-thousand-foot long ropes to bind the giant Peng bird the while.Beyond the Gan River, a red corner glows far and wide;Our flanking force leans on General Huang Gonglue’s might and pride.
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— Mao Zedong, February 1930 The whole sky turns white;We march through snow, our purpose burning bright.High mountains o’er our head,We storm great passes, red flags by wind widespread.
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– by Mao Zedong, January 1930 Ninghua, Qingliu, and Guihua we trace,Paths narrow, woods deep, and mosses slippery the ways.Where shall we march today, in high and proud array?Straight to the foot of Wuyi Mountains, we hold our way.
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– Mao Zedong, October 1929 Man ages all too easily, Heaven never grows old.Year by year comes the Double Ninth;Again the Double Ninth arrives,Yellow chrysanthemums on the battlefield smell especially sweet.
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Mao Zedong · Autumn 1929 A sudden burst of wind and rain:The warlords fight again.Sowing on earth but grief and pain,Once more, a golden dream in vain.
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– Mao Zedong · 1927 Our army is the Workers’ and Peasants’ Revolutionary Army,Our banner bears the sickle and axe.We shall not linger around Kuanglu,But march straight toward the land of Xiao and Xiang.
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– Mao Zedong · Spring 1927 Nine great streams flow vast through central land,A long thread of rail runs deep through south and north.Mist and rain blend into boundless gray,Tortoise and Snake hold the great river tight.
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– by Mao Zedong, 1925 I stand alone in the autumn chillOn the bank of the Xiang River, heading north,Watching the thousands of hills blaze redAnd the woods dyed layer upon layer.The river stretches clear, a hundred boats racing across the waves.Eagles strike the sky, fish dart in the shallow depths –All creatures strive…