Against the First

Forests blaze red beneath the frosty sky,

The wrath of Heaven's armies soars to the clouds.

Mist veils Longgang, its thousands peaks blurred.

All cry out in unison:

Our van has taken Zhang Huizan!

The enemy returns to Jiangxi two hundred thousand strong,

Fumes billowing in the wind in mid-sky.

Workers and peasants are wakened in their millions

To fight as one man,

Under the riot of red flags round the foot of Buzhou Mountain!

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