The red revolutionary poems are as follows:
1. "Seven Rhythms·Long March"
October 1935
The Red Army is not afraid of expeditions Difficult, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains just waiting.
The five ridges are meandering and the waves are flowing, and the clouds are majestic and the mud balls are walking.
The golden sand and water beat against the clouds and the 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.
2. Shuidiao Getou
The battle scenes are majestic, and the wind and rain comfort the loyal soul.
The anger swallows thousands of miles like a tiger, and dominates the clouds in southern Anhui.
Wielding arms on the battlefield from left to right, galloping generals from north to south,
His achievements are heard across the Huaihe River.
One master can make a hundred thousand, and skill can make a difference.
The battle against Mangdang and the attack on Xiayi have left an epic story.
Thirty-seven years, a wonderful and shining star.
There is a newspaper called "Dawn", which explores the right path in the world.
Who do you remember today?
But look at the new red sun, which is shining all over the garden in spring.
3. "Qilu: The People's Liberation Army Occupies Nanjing"
April 1949
Zhongshan turned yellow due to wind and rain, and millions of troops crossed the river.
The tiger is far away from the dragon and the present is better than the past. It is earth-shaking and generous.
It is better to use the remaining courage to chase the poor bandits, and not to pretend to be 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. "Poem"
The head can be cut off and the limbs broken, but the revolutionary spirit cannot be destroyed.
The head of a strong man is the party,
The body of a hero is the group.
5. "Inscribed on the Safari in Nanzhou, Xixiang"
The revolution of King Qin is all visible, but my heart is silent if there is any rebellion.
The straightedge does not leave behind regrets, but it seeks freedom in vain.
I drove willingly into the thorny land, looking at the flock of sheep and hogs.
A man's only sword is his sword, and he knows neither failure nor success.