The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon.
First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed.
Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning.
From the beginning, Cangshan was like the sea and the sunset was like blood.
In memory of Qin E Loushanguan is a generous and tragic poem written by Mao Zedong in 1935. Through the observation of scenery accumulated in many years' war, this paper describes the intense scenes of the Red Army fighting in Loushanguan from the inside out, showing the author's calm tolerance and broad mind in the face of failure and difficulties.