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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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— Du Fu Two golden orioles sing amid the emerald willows; A line of white egrets fly into the blue sky. My window frames the thousand-year snow atop western ranges; My door frames mooring ships ready for their thousand-mile voyage to Eastern Wu.