Modern Mao Zedong
Don't dream of vaguely cursing the passing of Sichuan. My hometown was thirty-two years ago. The red flag rolls up the serf halberd and the black hand hangs the overlord whip. Dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky for sacrifice and ambition. I like watching thousands of waves of rice and waves, and heroes everywhere are dying.
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After parting, many dreams are cursing the passage of time, and it has been 32 years since I left my hometown.
The red flag blows the arm of the peasants, and the enemy holds high the overlord iron whip.
Because so many people dare to sacrifice for their great ideals and change the old world.
I like to see large crops rolling like waves again, and peasant heroes returning from work in the twilight.