The classic short poems of the Red Poetry Revolution are as follows:
1. Untitled-Zhou Enlai
The great river song will turn around and help the poor. The wall is broken in ten years, and it is difficult to reward the sea and be a hero.
2. Oil-rock wall-Ye Jianying
Looking around, he sang loudly and puffed out the rainbow, and once drew his sword and stood out from the crowd. I have come to feel infinite rise and fall, and I wish you happiness and harmony.
3. Battle in yangshan-Liu Bocheng
The battle between Langshan and yangshan was victorious, and the gunfire was thunderous and smoky. Tens of millions of residents clapped their hands together and were glad to see their children seize the city.
4. Qingsong-Chen Yi
Heavy snow overwhelms Qingsong, which is straight and upright. You should know that pine is noble and noble until it melts.
5. The Seven Laws Long March-Mao Zedong
The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qian Shan is only idle. The five ridges make waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm against the clouds and cliffs, while Dadu Bridge is cold against the cross bars. Glad to see the Min Range snow-clad for miles and miles,Our warriors who have crossed it break into broad smiles.
6. Picking mulberry seeds, Chongyang-Mao Zedong
Life is easy to get old, but it's hard to get old, and it's Chongyang now, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, but better than spring. It's like Wan Li frost on a vast river.
7. Bodhisattva, Dabaidi-Mao Zedong
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, who is dancing with colored training? After the rain, the sun sets again, and the mountains are blue.
in those days, the fierce battle was urgent, and it hit the front wall of the village. Decorate this mountain, it looks better today.
8. Recalling Qin E Loushanguan-Mao Zedong
The west wind is fierce, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon. In the frosty morning, the horseshoe is broken and the horn is swallowed.
Xiongguan Road is like iron, but now it's a step from the beginning. From the beginning, Cangshan is like the sea and the setting sun is like blood.
9. Remembering the great victory of Pingxing Pass-Nie Rongzhen
Brainstorm on the village for good fortune, and dare to raise a beacon to solve the national worries. Rainy night rain washes the soldiers and horses, and the blood is solid.
in the first battle of crossing the Yellow River eastward, the enemy was swept away by force. I often fondle my head and reminisce about the past, and look at Yanbei in the spring and autumn at night.