西江月 井冈山 1928 秋
Below the hills fly flags and banners，
Above the hilltops sounds bugles and drums.
The foe encircles us thousands strong，
Steadfastly we stand our ground.
Already our defence is iron-clad，
Now our will unite like a fortress.
From Huangyanggai roars the thunder of cannon，
Word comes the enemy has run away in the night.