Poetry about looking for red footprints

Let’s go

It’s begun

The horse neighs and locks itself into the reins

The blood is thick in the heart

No. The sound is cast into bronze

The road shrinks into the final threshold

The cry

It sinks low into the throat

Twenty-five thousand miles The expedition

is in front of us

——In Yudu, Ganzhou, Jiangxi

The green of the mountains

The army horses chew the green

Chewing the arc traced by the bullet

Green coming

Those bamboo shadows are dark

On the moonlight floating in Zhishu

Floating again

The whistle of bullets

It is bitter

——In Jinggangshan, Jiangxi

They crossed the river

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They crossed the river like reading the green

Stepped up to make bamboo rafts from the south

I saw old secrets in the warm tea in the hotel

And encryption Information

They crossed the river with color

They crossed the river

The green bamboo behind them turned into red bamboo

All hung high with cinnabar

——In Xishui, Guizhou

Insert slogan

Planting another kind of rice

Planting another kind of voice

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Many years later

I learned that there was a kind of rice

containing a red transgene

——In Liping, Guizhou, I heard that the Red Army was in Miao Village in Dong District For publicity, write slogans on bamboo sticks and insert them into the ground