The road to Xiongguan is really like iron, but now I am starting to cross over from the beginning. Whose poem is it?

The road to Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are getting more and more from the beginning (Mao Zedong)'s poem

Original text:

Recalling Qin'e·Loushanguan

The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling in the frosty morning moon. In the frosty morning moon, the sound of horse hooves is broken, and the trumpet is honking.

The long road of Xiongguan is really like iron, but now I am crossing it from the beginning. Starting from the beginning. Beyond, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.