The red revolutionary poems are as follows:
1. "Recalling Qin'e·Loushanguan"
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling the frosty morning moon.
In the frosty morning and under the moon, the sound of horse hooves breaks and the trumpets sound.
The long road to Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.
From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.
2. "Seven Rules·Long March"
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 meandering and the waves are flowing, and the clouds are majestic and the mud balls are walking.
The golden sands and water beat against the clouds and cliffs are warm, while the iron cables crossing the Dadu Bridge are cold.
I am even happier that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing.
3. "Seven Rules: Occupying Nanjing"
The wind and rain in Zhongshan turned yellow, and a million troops crossed the river.
The tiger sits on the dragon's plate and the present is better than the past. It is earth-shaking and generous.
It is better to use the remaining brave men to chase the poor bandits, and not to be known as the academic overlord.
If heaven is affectionate, heaven will also grow old, and the right path in the world will be vicissitudes of life.
4. "Qingpingle·Liupan Mountain"
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and you can see the geese flying south.
If you don’t reach the Great Wall, you are not a true man. You only need to travel 20,000 yuan.
On the peak of Liupan Mountain, red flags roll in the west wind.
If you have a long tassel in your hand today, when will you bind the blue dragon?
5. "Qilu·To Shaoshan"
Farewell dream vaguely cursed the death of Sichuan, the hometown thirty-two years ago.
The red flag rolls up the serf's halberd, and the black hand hangs the overlord's whip.
For those who have great ambitions to make sacrifices, they dare to make the sun and moon change the sky.
I like to see thousands of waves of rice paddies, and heroes everywhere are setting off the sunset smoke.