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–Mao Zedong, October 1955 The spring river vast and wide awhile doth stray;We climb tiered peaks, our vision cleared, far away.Wind from green isles bears surging waves astray;Rain from wild fields ascends the hills to stay.By wine cups, we laugh and talk – old friends still gay;Abroad, trivial strife like chicken–worm fray.Mourn not how…
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–Mao Zedong, 1934–1935 (On the Long March) I Peaks!On galloping steeds we ride, never weak.Look back – we standThree feet from Heaven’s hand.
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–Mao Zedong – Summer 1934 Dawn breaks o’er eastern sky;Think not you’re first to rise and try.We’ve trod green hills, yet never old;This scene outshines all sights untold.