You have to be literate to understand Mao Zedong's Poem!! You have to study history to appreciate this poem!! For someone never went to school, topgatta can be excused for being absolutely ignorant!!! PRESIDENT CHANG KAI SHEK appreciated this poem so much, he had to ban it because he was afraid of MAO Zedong for MAO is much more well educated than CHANG, himself!!! Don't worry so much!! Go back to school and learn CHINESE instead of being bitter!!!
@linweihu187810 жыл бұрын
毛泽东超有才
@zixianjia3769 жыл бұрын
Linwei Hu 这首所谓的"词"究竟好在哪里?就是标语口号而已。所有艺术首先应表达”美”的意象,毛用"银蛇""蜡象"等非常生硬别扭的比喻,让人浑身起鸡皮疙瘩。更别提"稍逊风骚""略输文采"等同义反复或"合掌"等大忌。如果你喜欢诗词,我们有李杜贺陶苏辛等绝美的篇章,为什么浪费生命看毛的不伦不类的烂货。
Snow 2nd part translation This land so rich in beauty Has made countless heroes bow in homage. But alas! Qin Shihuang and Han Wudi Were lacking in literary grace, And Tang Taizong and Song Taizu Had little poetry in their souls; That proud son of Heaven, Genghis Khan, Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched. All are past and gone! For truly great men Look to this age alone.
North country scene: A hundred leagues locked in ice, A thousand leagues of whirling snow. Both sides of the Great Wall One single white immensity. The Yellow River's swift current Is stilled from end to end. The mountains dance like silver snakes And the highlands* charge like wax-hued elephants, Vying with heaven in stature. On a fine day, the land, Clad in white, adorned in red, Grows more enchanting. This land so rich in beauty Has made countless heroes bow in homage. But alas! Chin Shih-huang and Han Wu-ti Were lacking in literary grace, And Tang Tai-tsung and Sung Tai-tsu Had little poetry in their souls; And Genghis Khan, Proud Son of Heaven for a day, Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched All are past and gone! For truly great men Look to this age alone.
@judejayanandana37865 жыл бұрын
How can I practise singing, cannot find pidgin available?
Snow North country scene: A hundred leagues locked in ice, A thousand leagues of whirling snow. Both side of the Great Wall One single white immensity. The Yellow River's swift current Is stilled from end to end. The mountains dance silver snakes And the highland charge like wax-hued elephants. Vying with heaven in stature. On a fine day, the land, Clad in white, adorned in red, Crows more enchanting.