On the Guangchang Road
—to the tune of Jian Zi Mu Lan Hua

Mao Zedong

The whole wide world is white,
Through the snow eagerly we press on.
Crags loom above our heads,
We cross the great pass, red flags waving in the wind.

Where are we bound?
To the snow-swept River Gan.
Yesterday the order was given,
One hundred thousand workers and peasants march on Ji'an.