Mao Zedong – December 1961 (Reading Lu You’s Ode to the Plum Blossom, I reverse its mood) Wind and rain have sent spring on its way;Flying snow ushers spring back to stay.Hundreds of feet of ice cling to the cliff’s steep face –Yet still a blossom blooms, with graceful grace.
– 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.