Poems praising the Monkey King

And Comrade Guo Moruo.

Mao Zedong

As soon as the wind and thunder emanate from the earth,

There is a pile of thin bones.

Monks are fools, but they can still be cultivated.

If the demon is a ghost, it will be a disaster.

The golden monkey rose successfully,

Yuyu clarified Wan Li.

Cheer for Sun today,

Just because the demon fog is coming again.

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