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Ancient poems about the Long March
Mountain, the horse hasn't got a whip yet. Looking back, I was only three feet away from the sky.

Mountains, rivers and seas, huge waves. Rushing, ten thousand horses are still fighting.

Mountain, pierce the sky, not residual. Heaven wants to fall, follow it.

( 1934- 1935)

Qin Yi e Lou shan Guan

The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon. First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning. From the beginning, Cangshan was like the sea and the sunset was like blood. ( 1935.2)

Niannujiao Kunlun

It turned out to be life, Kunlun Mountain, reading all the spring scenery in the world. You are like three million flying Yu-lung Pai, cutting through the sky. Summer dissolves, the river is full, and people are fish or turtles. Who commented on the crime of Millennium work? Now my name is Kunlun: not so high, not so much snow. Andrew leaned against heaven and drew his sword, cutting you into three parts? One piece stays in Europe, one piece is given to the United States, and one piece is returned to the East. A peaceful world, the whole world is so cold and hot. ( 1935. 10)

Qingpingle Liupanshan

The sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at the flying geese in the south. If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero, but you will fight for 20,000. At the top of Liupan Mountain, the red flag flutters in the west wind. Holding a long tassel today, when will it be a black dragon? ( 1935. 10)

Write a six-character poem for Comrade Peng.

The mountains are high and the roads are deep, and the army is galloping. Who dares to cross the knife at once, only me, General Peng.