1934年10月18日傍晚,患病的毛泽东,被人抬在担架上渡过被深红似血的夕阳涂抹的于都河。他告别了一个存在三年的红色国家,踏上了凶险难测的长征之途。 伴着战马的嘶鸣,萧瑟的秋风送来身后依依不舍的苏区人民的歌声—— 九送红军上高山, 一阵北风一阵寒。 问一声啊红军哥—— 几时人马再回还? On the evening of October 18, 1934, the sick Mao Zedong was lifted onto the stretcher and crossed the Yudu River where the crimson sunset was smearing. He bid farewell to a three-year-old red country, embarked on a dangerous unpredictable long march. Accompanied by the horse’s neighing, bleak autumn wind sent behind the reluctantly singing the Soviet people - nine sent to the mountains on the Red Army, a burst of north wind while cold. Ask the Red Army brother - when will the troops return?