The world is yours, as well as ours, but in the last analysis, it is yours. You young people, full of vigour and vitality, are in the bloom of life, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hope is placed on you.
The world is yours, as well as ours, but in the last analysis, it is yours. You young people, full of vigour and vitality, are in the bloom of life, like the sun at eight or nine in the morning. Our hope is placed on you.
Loushan Pass A hard west wind, in the vast frozen air wild geese shriek to the morning moon, frozen morning moon. Horse hoofs shatter the air and the bugle sobs. The grim pass is like iron yet today we will cross the summit in one step, cross the summit. Before us greenblue mountains are like the sea, the dying sun like blood. February 1935
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