The red classic poems include:
The flags at the foot of the mountain are in sight, and the drums and horns on the top of the mountain are heard. Thousands of enemy troops surrounded me, but I remained unmoved. The barriers were already tight, but they were even more united. There was a loud sound of artillery in Huangyangjie, reporting that the enemy troops were escaping at night. ——"Moon over Xijiang River" in Jinggangshan
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and you can see the geese flying south. If you don't get to the Great Wall, you are not a true man. It only takes 20,000 yuan to travel. At the peak of Liupan Mountain, red flags swirl in the west wind. Today I have a long tassel in my hand, when will I be able to bind the blue dragon? ——Mao Zedong? 1935.10 "Qingpingle Liupanshan?"
He was born in Kunlun and saw all the spring scenery in the world. Three million jade dragons flew up, causing the whole sky to become cold. In summer, when the water melts and rivers overflow, people may become fish and turtles. Who has ever commented on the meritorious deeds of a thousand years? ——Kunlun, 1935.10 "Nian Nujiao?" Looking back in shock, I was three feet away from the sky. Mountains, overturning seas and rivers. The galloping force is fierce, and the battle of thousands of horses is still in full swing. The mountain pierced the blue sky and the eel was still intact. The sky wants to fall, so I can lean on it. ——Mao Zedong? 1934-1935 "Three Poems of the Sixteen-Character Order"
A strange injustice through the ages, just one leaf in the south of the Yangtze River. If the same roommates are at war with each other, why worry? ——Zhou Enlai's "Sorrows for those who died in the country's disaster in the south of the Yangtze River"
The scenery of the northern country is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing. The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the original wax figure wants to compete with God. On a sunny day, the red makeup looks particularly enchanting. There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow down. I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature; Emperor Zong of Tang and Song Dynasty were slightly less elegant. The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles. It's all gone, let's count the famous people, but let's look at the present. ——Mao Zedong? 1936.02 "Spring Snow in Qinyuan"
The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and it can only wait for thousands of rivers and mountains. The five ridges are rolling with huge waves, and the dense clouds are majestic. The golden sand and water are warm against the clouds and the cliffs are warm, while the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold. I am even more happy that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing. ——Mao Zedong's "Seven Rules·Long March"
After the great river sings, it turns eastward, and the sophisticated science and technology help the poor in the world. After facing the wall for ten years and trying to break through it, it is difficult to be rewarded as a hero even if he crosses the sea. ——Zhou Enlai's "Untitled" Heavy rain falls on the quiet swallows, white waves surge into the sky, and a fishing boat is outside Qinhuangdao. If you can't see the vast ocean, who do you know where to go? Thousands of years ago, Wei Wu whipped his whip, and there was a posthumous chapter in Jieshi in the east. ——Mao Zedong's "Langtaosha·Beidaihe"
Looking at Chunguang Town in the distance, the sun is shining, and Taihang is towering and dense. Loyal to the Central Plains and never shed tears, ambitious to persist in the Northern Expedition. The new division was frightened after hundreds of battles, and I dedicated my life in three years of hard work. There used to be many heroes in Yan and Zhao, and they drove away the Japanese with a bottle of gold. ——Zhu De's "A Feeling of Spring in Taihang"
The bleak autumn wind is here again, and the world has changed.