I saw it in Esplanade tonight. It was there when the brave young soldiers of the long march were saying farewell to their families, it was there when they broke the blockade of chiang kai shek, it was there when the Zunyi conference was held, with red flags and pictures of Marx, it was also there when the Red Army bravely crossed the Chishui river and captured the Luding bridge. I saw it when the Red Army soldiers passed through the snowy mountains and reached at Wuqi Town. It was the clapping hands of the crowd, the sympathy towards the struggle. It was the cheers at the end.
It was the rays of the bright red sun piercing through the haze.
As mentioned in the recitations of the Long March Suite, the dark clouds will go away; but the bright red sun always stays.