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Loushan Pass

Poems | Selected Works of Mao Tse-tung

LOUSHAN PASS

--to the tune of Yi Chin O

February 1935

Fierce the west wind,
Wild geese cry under the frosty morning moon.
Under the frosty morning moon
Horses' hooves clattering,
Bugles sobbing low.
Idle boast the strong pass is a wall of iron,
With firm strides we are crossing its summit.
We are crossing its summit,
The rolling hills sea-blue,
The dying sun blood-red.

Poems | Selected Works of Mao Tse-tung

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