The Seven Laws Long March is a seven-character poem written in 1935. 1934 10 after the failure of the fifth anti-encirclement campaign, the Red Army, the main force of the central government, was forced to make a strategic shift in order to get rid of the encirclement and pursuit of the Kuomintang troops. They started from Jiangxi and Fujian, the central revolutionary base areas, and passed through Guangdong, Hunan, Guangxi, Guizhou, Sichuan, Yunnan, Xikang, Gansu, Shaanxi and other provinces and regions.
Along the way, we defeated the enemy's repeated encirclement and interception, marched for 25,000 miles, and finally reached the revolutionary base area in northern Shaanxi at 1935+00, and won the decisive victory of the Long March. The poem "Seven Laws of the Long March" is not only a review of the long March's victory over countless difficulties and obstacles in the past year, but also full of joyful fighting pride.
Poetry appreciation:
This poem is an outstanding example of the combination of revolutionary romanticism and revolutionary realism and an immortal work of revolutionary optimism. It only takes eight sentences and 56 words, which reflects the great historical feat of the Long March in a high degree and artistically.
Zhuan Xu and Jing Lian adopted the artistic technique of "winning more with less, seeing the big with small" to concretize the "Qian Shan Wanshui" on the way to the Long March. The couplets are magnificent and the necklaces are gentle and indifferent. There is a saying in Xie Zhen's Poems of Four Things: "Although the rhyme is suitable for color, two couplets are more expensive than one strong and one weak". This superb artistic skill of "strong" and "weak" contrast is obviously used here.
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The Red Army is not afraid of all the difficulties and hardships on the Long March, and regards Qian Shan as ordinary. In the eyes of the red army, the continuous five mountains are just the ups and downs of microwave waves, and the majestic Wumeng Mountain is just a mud pill.
The Jinsha River is full of turbid waves, patting the towering cliffs and steaming. The cross frame of the dangerous bridge on the Dadu River is shaking the iron rope hanging high in the air, and the chill bursts. What is more gratifying is that when we set foot on the snowy Minshan Mountain, everyone was smiling after the Red Army crossed it.