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–Mao Zedong, May 1965 Tall trees pierce the sky, for miles around,Up soars this sacred peak in southern ground.Revisiting old haunts – what do I see?Pavilions new rise where none used to be.
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-Mao Zedong – June 1956 Just drunk of Changsha’s spring,Now taste Wuchang’s fish bring.Across Long River’s wide stretch I swing,Sky o’er Chu lands so vast and clear to sing.Let wind blow hard, waves wildly fling –Better than calm stroll in garden’s ring!Today my heart finds ease, light wing.Once by the stream, the Sage did…