What a cold Sunday! What a miserable human being! The face between heaven and earth has been changed by ice and snow. Only the Great Wall is boundless and lifeless. Even the surging Yellow River has been frozen by ice and snow and stopped flowing. Northern China seems to have entered a state of death. In an instant, the snow is falling, and the mountains (such as beauty) dance at once, as agile as countless silver snakes; The plateau (like ten thousand horses) galloped away at once, as fierce as a wild wax elephant. The whole world has changed from lifeless to jubilant, and the world is full of endless vitality. In a blink of an eye, it was already sunrise. Talking and laughing, it's gone.
Feeling:
This poem has a magnificent picture, enchanting beauty, magnificent artistic conception, magnificent momentum, unrestrained feelings and bold mind. It can quite represent the bold style of Mao Zedong's poems, and it is an outstanding work of expressing snow feelings in Chinese ci circles. It has always been my favorite. Every time I read it, it seems that I have returned to that war-torn era and seen the great man who guided the country. I can't help but indulge in the heroic style, majestic momentum and far-reaching artistic conception.