–Mao Zedong, Summer 1954 Great rain pours on Youyan’s ancient land;White waves surge high to touch the sky’s broad span.Beyond Qinhuangdao, fishing boats once planned –Now lost in one vast wild and watery band.Where can they be, in this unending stand?
– 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.