Bodhisattva bodhisattva white land
Mao Zedong 1933 Summer
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple,
Who holds color training and dances in the air?
After the rain, the sun sets again.
The mountain is full of gloom.
When the battle is urgent,
The village wall in front of the bullet hole.
Decorate this mountain,
It looks much better today.
This is a poem recalling the war, but there is no fierce grief and indignation, and there is no bloody war scene. Only the beauty of mountains and rivers is vivid. Memories are beautiful, as long as they become the past, they will become cordial memories, especially when poets rely on the battlefield of victory in the past, and the beautiful scenery around them in summer dusk is quiet and green. It seems that grateful nature now understands the poet's happy mood. Because it shows a new landscape, the poet also foresees a new world here.