The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold in the iron bars.
I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
Interpretation of Vernacular Chinese: The Red Army is not afraid of all 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, while 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.
"Jiang, the second? Memories of the Long March? Modern: Li Zhimin
The long March is a long way, and it is stormy.
Heroic spirit is superior to the sky, and there are thousands of troops.
Sprinkle blood for the humiliation of the country, the truth is there, and the hatred is hard to disappear.
Dreams are broken, windows are pushed, drums are sounded, the moon is bright and fireflies are high.
Living in Beijing, I often look forward to returning to Hongzao.
Take out your heart to fill in old sentences, write about the past, and stand proudly for thousands of years.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: All the way to Wan Li on the Long March, the wind is rustling and the rain is fluttering. Cui Hao's anger is worse than the sky. In order to wash away the shame of the country, the truth is there and hatred cannot be melted.
I dreamed that the window was broken and the drums sounded. The moon is cold and the firefly is high. In the capital, I often watch The Return of the Native. Take out your heart and fill in the original sentence, write about the past and stand proudly for thousands of years.
Third, "Qingpingle Liupanshan" Modern: Mao Zedong
The sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at the flying geese in the south.
If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero, but you will fight for 20,000.
At the top of Liupan Mountain, the red flag flutters in the west wind.
Holding a long tassel today, when will it be a black dragon?
Interpretation of the vernacular: the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the geese flying south have reached the horizon. Not climbing the Great Wall Pass is by no means a hero, but he fought for 20 thousand.
The male peak on Liupan Mountain is pulled out again, and the violent west wind is rolling red flags. Today, I hold a long rope and hold my hand tightly. When was Jiang Jialong bound?
Fourth, "Emei Mountain Pavilion in Qin Yi" Modern: Mao Zedong
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon.
First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed.
Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning.
From the beginning, Cangshan was like the sea and the sunset was like blood.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the west wind is heroic, the geese sing frost, and the abortion is in the sky.
In the abortion, the pounding of hooves is heartbreaking, and the sound of bugles is gloomy and low.
The mountains are rolling and the road is as long as black iron. Now let's rally.
Stand up again, the mountains are like the sea, and the sunset is like blood.
Five, the modern "sixteen-character order three poems": Mao Zedong
The galloping horse is not saddled yet. Looking back, I was only three feet away from the sky.
The mountain overturned the sea and turned the river into a huge wave. Rushing, ten thousand horses are still fighting.
The mountain pierced the blue sky, not at all. Heaven wants to fall, follow it.
I didn't get off my horse when I galloped past the top of the mountain, but when I looked back, I was surprised to find that the mountain was so high that the top of the mountain was only three feet and three meters from the sky.
Mountain winds are like turbulent rivers and seas, turbulent waves and huge waves; It seems to be a brave war horse on the battlefield, with surging momentum.
A mountain is like a sword, piercing the sky without breaking the blade. The sky seems to be falling, but fortunately this mountain is supported between heaven and earth like a pillar.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Seven Laws Long March