Four Red Classical Poems

The four classic red poems are as follows:

Xijiang Moon Autumn Harvest Uprising Time: Modern Author: Mao Zedong's army is called the Workers and Peasants Revolution, with sickles and axes.

Don't stay near Kuanglu, go directly to Xiaoxiang.

Landlords are oppressed and farmers are enemies.

Autumn harvest season, gloomy clouds and gloomy fog, a vigorous riot.

"Yi Shi" Time: Modern Author: Yang Chaoxue is full of sadness, why is the revolution afraid of beheading? I left my son proudly and was avenged by the king of Chu for three years.

Meiling three chapters Times: Modern Author: How do you feel about Chen Yi's beheading today? There are many difficulties in starting a business

I will go to Quantai to recruit Kibaki and behead Yamaraja with100000 as the standard.

It has been ten years since the smoke started in the south of China, and this head must be hung abroad.

After death, you work hard and good news flies like paper money.

The reincarnation revolution is home, and when it is spilled with blood.

Taking righteousness as benevolence is a matter of today, and free flowers are planted all over the world.

"Diaojiaolou Miss Lake Autumn" Time: Modern Author: Liu Yazi's gold spirit and steel heart are best at revolutionary movements.

Heaven and earth are sad because of fate, and the Central Plains marched in Pingyang.

If you lose your harp, you will lose your home. If you are generous, you will lose your country.

Laughing at stupid women in the world is worthy of being an emperor.

1, Lv Qi Long March

Mao Zedong

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.

Wuling white makes waves, Wumeng takes mud pills.

Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.

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.

Translation:

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.