The foe encircles us thousands strong,
Steadfastly we stand our ground.
Already our defence is iron-clad,
Now our wills unite like a fortress.
From Huangyangchieh roars the thunder of guns,
Word comes the enemy has fled into the night.
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Sudden veer of wind and rain
The warlords are clashing anewYet another Golden Millet Dream.Red banners leap over the Ting RiverStraight to Lungyen and Shanghang.We have reclaimed part of the golden bowlAnd land is being shared out with a will.
The People’s Liberation Army Captures Nanking
Over Chungshan swept a storm, headlong,Our mighty army, a million strong, has crossed the Great River.The City, a tiger crouching, a dragon curling, outshines its ancient glories;In heroic triumph heaven and earth have been overturned.With power and to spare we must pursue the tottering foeAnd not ape Hsiang Yu the conqueror seeking idle fame.Were Nature…
Man ages all too easily, not Nature:
On this Double Ninth,The yellow blooms on the battlefield smell sweeter.Each year the autumn wind blows fierce,Unlike spring’s splendour,Yet surpassing spring’s splendour,See the endless expanse of frosty sky and water.
So many green streams and blue hills, but to what avail ?
Hundreds of villages choked with weeds, men wasted away;Thousands of homes deserted, ghosts chanted mournfully.Motionless, by earth I travel eighty thousand li a day,Surveying the sky I see a myriad Milky Ways from afar.Should the Cowherd ask tidings of the God of Plague,Say the same griefs flow down the stream of time.The spring wind blows…
Perching as after flight, the mountain towers over the Yangtze;
Cold-eyed I survey the world beyond the seas;A hot wind spatters raindrops on the sky-brooded waters.Clouds cluster over the nine streams, the yellow crane floating,And billows roll on to the eastern coast, white foam flying.Who knows whither Prefect Tao Yuan-ming is goneNow that he can till fields in the Land of Peach Blossoms?
Red, orange, yellow, green,
Who is dancing with theserainbow colours in the sky?Air after rain, slanting sun:mountains and passes turning bluein each changing moment.Fierce battles that year:bullet holes in village walls.These mountains so decorated,look even more beautiful today.