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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 – 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.
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—Mao Zedong, Summer 1933 Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet hue,Who waves the colored ribbon high in view?After fresh rain the slanting sunbeams glow;Our mountains green and grand in steady flow.
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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…
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The district of Chu is entirely surrounded by hills. Among the peaks in the southwest, the forests and valleys are especially beautiful. The one that appears lush, deep, and elegant is Mount Langya. After walking six or seven miles along the mountain path, one gradually hears the gurgling sound of water flowing out between…