–Mao Zedong, Spring 1931 Trees blaze red in frosty sky, a brilliant sight;Heavenly troops’ wrath soars high, piercing heaven’s height.Fog shrouds Longgang, dark peaks loom in the gray;A cry breaks out: “Zhang Huizan’s captured, ahead we lay!”
– 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.
To Yang Kaihui · Tune: “Congratulations to the Groom” – Mao Zedong, late 1923 I wave my hand and depart from here.How can I bear to face each other in sorrow,repeating our pain and grief?Anger and longing seem to fill your eyes and brow;hot tears well up but are held back.I know there was…
— Zhang Ji Moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky; Facing dim fishing boats neath maples, sad I lie. Beyond the city wall of Gusu, from Temple of Cold Hill Bells break the ship-borne roamer’s dream in midnight still.