Mao Zedong

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Over Zhong Mountain swept a storm, headlong,
Our mighty army, a million strong, has crossed the Great River.
The city, a tiger crouching, a dragon curling, outshining its ancient glory;
In heroic triumph heaven and earth have been…

The roc wings fanwise,
Soaring ninety thousand
And rousing a raging cyclone.
The blue sky on his back, he looks

White clouds are sailing above the Mountain Jiuyi;
Riding the wind, the Princesses descend the green hills.
Once they speckled the bamboos with their profuse tears,
Now they are robbed in rose-red clouds.

Inscription on a
How bright and brave they look, shouldering five-foot
On the parade ground lit up by the first gleams of day.
China's daughters have high-aspiring minds

So many green and blue hills, but to what avail?
This tiny creature left Hua Tuo powerless!
Hundreds of villages choked with weeds, men wasted away;
Thousands of homes deserted, ghosts chanted mournfully.

Wind and rain escorted Spring's departure,
Flying snow welcome Spring's return.
On the ice-clad rock rising high and sheerA flower blossom sweet and fair.
Sweet and fair, she craves not Spring for herself alone

Ninghua,
Qingliu,
Guihua —What narrow paths, deep woods and slippery moss!
Whither are we bound today?

I lost my proud Poplar and you your Willow,
Poplar and Willow soar to the Ninth Heaven.
Wu Gang, asked what he can give,
Serves them a laurel brew.

The Red Army fears not the trials of the Long March,
Holding light ten thousand crags and torrents.
The Five Ridges wind like gentle ripples,
And the majestic Wumeng roll by, globules of clay.

On this tiny globeA few flies dash themselves against the wall,
Humming without cease,
Sometimes shrilling,
Sometimes moaning.

Fierce the west wind,
Wild geese cry under the frosty morning moon.
Under the frosty morning
Horses' hooves clattering

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.