Alone I stand in the autumn cold
On the tip of Orange Island,
The Xiang flowing northward
I see a thousand hills crimsoned through
By their serried woods deep-dyed,
And a hundred barges vying
Over crystal blue waters.
Fish glide under the shallow water;
Under freezing skies a million creatures contend
Brooding over this immensity,
I ask, on this bondless land
Who rules over man's destiny
I was here with a throng
Vivid yet those crowded
months and years.
Young we were, schoolmates,
At life's full flowering;
Filled with student enthusiasm
Boldly we cast all restraints aside.
Pointing to our mountains and rivers,
Setting people afire with our words,
We counted the mighty
no more than muck.
How, venturing midstream, we struck the waters
And the waves stayed the speeding boats?
沁园春 雪 1936.02
North country scene:
A hundred leagues locked in ice,
A thousand leagues of whirling snow.
Both side of the Great Wall
One single white immensity.
The Yellow River's swift current
Is stilled from end to end.
The mountains dance silver snakes
And the highland
charge like wax-hued elephants.
Vying with heaven in stature
On a fine day, the land,
Clad in white, adorned in red,
Crows more enchanting.
This land so rich in beauty
Has made countless
heroes bow in homage
But alas! Qin Shihuang and Han Wudi
in literary grace,
And Tang Taizong and Song Taizu
Had little poetry in their souls;
That proud son of Heaven,
Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched
All are past and gone!
For truly great men
Look to this age alone.
西江月 井冈山 1928 秋
Below the hills fly flags and banners,
Above the hilltops sounds bugles and drums.
The foe encircles us thousands strong,
Steadfastly we stand our ground.
Already our defence is iron-clad,
Now our will unite like a fortress
From Huangyanggai roars the thunder of cannon,
Word comes the enemy has run away in the night.
采桑子 重阳 1929.10
The Double Ninth
Man ages all too easily, not Nature;
Year by year the Double Ninth returns.
On this Double Ninth,
The yellow blooms on the battle field smell sweeter.
Each year the autumn wind blow fierce,
Unlike string's splendour,
Yet surpassing spring's splendour,
See the endless expanse
sky and water.