Mao Zedong
The west wind is fierce,
The wild goose in the sky is called Frost Morning Moon.
in the frosty morning,
horseshoes are broken,
horns are swallowed.
It's like iron to walk through Xiongguan Road.
Now I'm striding from the beginning.
From the beginning,
Cangshan is like the sea,
Sunset is like blood.