Mao Zedong
06/25/1959
Shaoshan Revisited
Like a dim dream recalled, I curse the long-fled past–My native soil two and thirty years gone by.The red flag roused the serf, halberd in hand,While the despot’s black talons held his whip aloft.Bitter sacrifice strengthens bold resolveWhich dares to make sun and moon shine in new skies.Happy, I see wave upon wave of paddy… Read More »