Mao Zedong

The Double Ninth

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Man ages all too easily, not Nature;
Year by year the Double Ninth returns.
On this Double Ninth,
The yellow blooms on the battle field smell sweeter.
Each year the autumn wind blow fierce,
Unlike string's splendour,
Yet surpassing spring's splendour,
See the endless expanse of frosty sky and water.

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