Snow
North country scene:
A hundred leagues locked in ice,
A thousand leagues of whirling snow.
Both side of the Great
One single white immensity.
The Yellow River's swift
Is stilled from end to end.
The mountains dance silver
And the highland charge like wax-hued elephants.
Vying with heaven in stature.
On a fine day, the land,
Clad in white, adorned in red,
Crows more enchanting.
This land so rich in
Has made countless heroes bow in homage.
But alas!
Qin Shihuang and Han
Were lacking in literary grace,
And Tang Taizong and Song
Had little poetry in their souls;
That proud son of Heaven,
Genghis Khan,
Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched.
All are past and gone!
For truly great
Look to this age alone.
Mao Zedong
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Reply to Mr Liu Yazi 1950
The night was long and dawn came slow to the Crimson Land For a century demons and monsters whirled in a wild dance, And the five hundred million people were disunited Now the rooster has crowed and all under heaven is bright,
Kunlun
Far above the earth, into the You, wild Kunlun, have All that was fairest in the world of men Your three million white jade dragons in
New Years Day
Ninghua, Qingliu, Guihua —What narrow paths, deep woods and slippery moss Whither are we bound today
Yellow Crane Tower
Wide, wide flow the nine streams through the land, Dark, dark threads the line from south to north Blurred in the thick haze of the misty Tortoise and Snake hold the great river locked