Mao Zedong

A thunderstorm burst over the earth,
So a devil rose from a heap of white bones
The deluded monk was not beyond the light,
But the malignant demon must wreak havoc

Like a dim dream recalled,
I curse the long-fled past —My native soil two and thirty years gone by
The red flag rouse the serf, halberd in hand,
While the despot's black talons held his whip aloft

The whole wide world is white,
Through the snow eagerly we press on
Crags loom above our heads,
We cross the great pass, red flags waving in the wind

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

Soon dawn will break in the east
Do not say "You start too early";
Crossing these blue hills adds nothing to one's years,
The landscape here is beyond compare

Man ages all too easily, not Nature;
Year by year the Double Ninth returns
On this Double Ninth,
The yellow blooms on the battle field smell sweeter

I still remember our drinking tea in
And your asking for verses in Chongqing as the leaves yellowed
Back in the old capital after thirty-one years,
At the season of falling flowers I read your polished lines

I have just drunk the waters of
And come to eat the fish of Wuchang
Now I am swimming across the great Yangtze,
Looking afar to the open sky of Chu

Winter clouds snow-laden, cotton fluff flying,
None or few the unfallen flowers
Chill waves sweep through steep skies,
Yet earth's gentle breath grows warm

In June Heaven's armies chastise the corrupt and evil,
Seeking to bind roc and whale with a league-long cord
Red glows the far side of the River Gan,
Thanks to our wing under Huang Gonglyue

I have long aspired to reach for the
And I again ascend Jinggang Mountain
Coming from afar to view our old haunt,
I find new scenes replacing the old

Sudden veer of wind and
Showering misery through the land,
The warlords are clashing anew —Yet another Millet Dream
Red banners leap over Ting