A Copy of the Ci Poem “Manjianghong” Presented to Zhou Enlai [1] (January 9, 1963) Presented to Comrade Enlai. January 9, 1963. Guo’s ci [2] appeared in the January 1 issue of the Guangming Daily.  Manjianghong By Guo Moruo and Mao Zedong  The tiny globe—how many flies have butted their heads against the wall! Buzzing here and there, now shrill, now sobbing.  If one would emulate the Kunpeng without vast wings, how could an ant hope to shake a tree? As the west wind scatters leaves over Chang’an, arrows whistle through the air.  Countless matters have always been urgent; heaven and earth turn, time presses. Ten thousand years are far too long—let us strive with every passing hour.  Let revolutionary spirit surge across the four seas, and let workers and peasants eagerly take up their spears. We must sweep away all man-eating pests; then we shall be invincible.

Printed from the manuscript. Notes [1] This ci poem underwent some revisions when it was later published. In the December 1963 edition of “Poems and Lyrics of Chairman Mao,” published by the People’s Literature Publishing House, the full text reads: “The tiny globe—how many flies have butted their heads against the wall! Buzzing here and there, now shrill, now sobbing. An ant climbing a locust tree boasts of its great nation; can an insect really hope to shake a tree? As the west wind scatters leaves over Chang’an, arrows whistle through the air. How many things have always been urgent; heaven and earth turn, time presses. Ten thousand years are far too long—let us strive with every passing hour. Across the four seas, clouds and waters boil with fury, while on the five continents, storms and thunder shake the earth. We must sweep away all man-eating pests; then we shall be invincible.”

[2] On January 1, 1963, the Guangming Daily published the ci poem “Manjianghong” by Guo Moruo, Vice Chairman of the Standing Committee of the National People’s Congress and President of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles. The full text is as follows: “In the raging torrents of the vast sea, true heroism is revealed. With six hundred million people, let us strengthen our unity and uphold our principles. Should heaven itself collapse, we can still hold it up; though the world may seem tottering, we will set it straight. Hear the cock’s crow resound throughout the realm—the East has already grown bright. When the sun rises, icebergs begin to melt; true gold cannot be consumed. Four volumes of noble writings stand as a beacon for the people. The barking of unruly dogs at Yao is but laughable; a clay ox that enters the sea leaves no trace. As the east wind blows, revolution raises the red flag, and the universe turns crimson.” 2£´