Author: Iron First Division Bai Fan
Mu Zi
Several times in my dreams, I have gone up Tojinggang Mountain,
I always see red flags fluttering and red stars flashing.
How many times have I read the Yellow Ocean Boundary in the book,
Yingshan red flowers bloom like fiery red.
Souls dream of this red land,
Passionately thinking of this mountain.
Golden autumn in October rushed to the Luoxiao Mountains,
The peak circuit turns a corner and a slope of strange peaks.
I want to see the clay house where Mao Zedong lived,
I wanted to see Jude's old flat shoulder.
Want to hear the cannon rumble on the Yellow Ocean,
I want to listen to the song of "Ten Sending the Red Army".
I can't see enough, I can't finish listening,
How many years of red history are at your fingertips.
After walking through this continuous mountain after mountain,
Just look at that mountain is like a green dragon sword that pierces the sky.
Over this ridge and over one ridge after another,
The ridges and ridges were all natural dangers that the enemy could not overcome in those years.
Listen to the sound of the loose waves,
Could it be the cry of the Red Army soldiers to kill the enemy?
The tip of the bamboo tip line after line,
Could it be that the spears of the Red Army soldiers were connected into pieces?
After passing the Sui River into Ciping,
The long Red Army Street is just in front of you.
Good name good long street,
The Streets of the Red Army nurtured the people's new regime.
The military headquarters of the Red Fourth Army is still solemn,
It has written a long story of the countryside surrounding the city.
From this Red Army Street to Beijing Chang'an Avenue,
The people's armed forces have gone through twenty-eight years of continuous artillery fire.
Bid farewell to Ciping and ascend to the Yellow Ocean,
History will never forget the Red Army's defense war against encirclement and suppression.
There was a shout of killing and the sound of cannons in the ears,
Every stone and grass in the Huangyang Realm was stained with blood.
Gazing at the bullet-scarred Red Army outposts,
We cherish this flower-like honey today.
Look at the five-star red flag flying today,
Don't forget the bloodstained fight.
This is jinggangshan, the holy land of revolution.
This is the glorious commanding height in the history of our Party.
Jinggangshan, you cradle of revolution,
The years of struggle shook out the people's new regime.
Today's JinggangShan is a beautiful picture,
The splendid scenery of mountains and rivers is green water and green mountains.
The sound of running water is like a song,
Wide roads between the forests lead straight to the clouds.
At that time, Ciping had entered a well-off society,
Flowers bloom during the day and neon flash at night.
The military headquarters of the Red Fourth Army has become a red classic,
Next to Commissar Mao's former residence are high-rise buildings and hotels.
Private cars shuttled through the streets of the Red Army,
Elegant fashion sets off the beautiful smiling face of the girl.
There is no longer smoke of gunfire on the Yellow Ocean Boundary,
Couples linger in this sea of clouds.
The ditch is deep and undulating,
The most beautiful thing is this jade dragon pond.
Raised the camera and pressed the shutter yo,
Waterfalls and shadows are colorful pictures.
In the midst of singing and laughing, climb Beacon Mountain again,
Bamboo and mountain flowers tell you that this is a paradise.
Suddenly a little squirrel jumps on your shoulder,
The bird will also kiss your happy smile.
Ah, Jinggangshan,
I don't know what language to tell you.
I don't know how well you sing with a tune to be more complete.
I can't finish talking about Jinggangshan's affection for Member Mao,
Can't finish singing Jinggangshan, you are the cradle of the Chinese revolution.
Don't blame us for the poets who lack words,
Because it is said that Jinggangshan must use a complete dictionary.
Don't say we're clumsy singers,
Because singing you have to finish all the military songs.
Jinggangshan has entered a new era of realizing the Chinese dream,
The revolutionary tradition of Jinggangshan will always inspire us to move forward!
(About the author: Bai Fan is a deputy battalion press officer and creative officer of the Political Department of the First Division of the Railway Corps. Chief of the Information Section of the Propaganda Department of the Eleventh Bureau of China Railway, Secretary General of the Bureau Political Research Committee. Writer, journalist, television director. Winner of the National Silver Medal for Poetry, Poet. He is currently the director of the film and television media company and the master tutor.
Mu Zi, a famous university in Hubei province, bachelor's degree, has long been engaged in the study of traditional Chinese studies based on ancient poetry, Confucian businessman, poet)
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