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Mao Zedong - Loushan Pass
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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.
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