Who is dancing with theserainbow colours in the sky?Air after rain, slanting sun:mountains and passes turning bluein each changing moment.Fierce battles that year:bullet holes in village walls.These mountains so decorated,look even more beautiful today.
Now I am swimming across the great Yangtze,Looking afar to the open sky of Chu.Let the wind blow and waves beat,Better far than idly strolling in a courtyard.Today I am at ease.‘It was by a stream that the Master said‘Thus do things flow away!’ ‘Sails move with the wind.Tortoise and Snake are still.Great plans are…
Over Chungshan swept a storm, headlong,Our mighty army, a million strong, has crossed the Great River.The City, a tiger crouching, a dragon curling, outshines its ancient glories;In heroic triumph heaven and earth have been overturned.With power and to spare we must pursue the tottering foeAnd not ape Hsiang Yu the conqueror seeking idle fame.Were Nature…
Crossing these blue hills adds nothing to one’s years,The landscape here is beyond compare.Straight from the walls of Huichang lofty peaks,Range after range, extend to the eastern seas.Our soldiers point southward to KwangtungLooming lusher and greener in the distance.
On the ice-clad rock rising high and sheerA flower blooms sweet and fair.Sweet and fair, she craves not Spring for herself alone,To be the harbinger of Spring she is content.When the mountain flowers are in full bloomShe will smile mingling in their midst.Outside the post-house, beside the broken bridge, Alone, deserted, a flower blooms.Saddened by…
The warlords are clashing anewYet another Golden Millet Dream.Red banners leap over the Ting RiverStraight to Lungyen and Shanghang.We have reclaimed part of the golden bowlAnd land is being shared out with a will.
Once they speckled the bamboos with their profuse tears,Now they are robed in rose-red clouds.Tungting Lake’s snow-topped waves surge skyward;The long isle reverberates with earth-shaking song.And I am lost in dreams, untrammelled dreamsOf the land of hibiscus glowing in the morning sun.
Blurred in the thick haze of the misty rainTortoise and Snake hold the great river locked.The yellow crane is gone, who knows whither?Only this tower remains a haunt for visitors.I pledge my wine to the surging torrent,The tide of my heart swells with the waves.
Under the frosty morning moonHorses’ hooves clattering,Bugles sobbing low.Idle boast the strong pass is a wall of iron,With firm strides we are crossing its summit.We are crossing its summit,The rolling hills sea-blue,The dying sun blood-red.
Nature has excelled herself in the Fairy Cave,On perilous peaks dwells beauty in her infinite variety.
