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 Kwangtung
Looming lusher and greener in the distance.
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I lost my proud Poplar and you your Willow,
Wu Kang, asked what he can give,Serves them a laurel brew.The lonely moon goddess spreads her ample sleevesTo dance for these loyal souls in infinite space.Earth suddenly reports the tiger subdued,Tears of joy pour forth falling as mighty rain.
A rainstorm sweeps down on this northern land,
No fishing boats off ChinwangtaoAre seen on the boundless ocean.Where are they gone?Nearly two thousand years agoWielding his whip, the Emperor Wu of WeiRode eastward to Chiehshih; his poem survives.Today the autumn wind still sighs,But the world has changed!
On this tiny globe
Humming without cease,Sometimes shrilling,Sometimes moaning.Ants on the locust tree assume a great-nation swaggerAnd mayflies lightly plot to topple the giant tree.The west wind scatters leaves over Changan,And the arrows are flying, twanging.So many deeds cry out to be done,And always urgently;The world rolls on,Time presses.Ten thousand years are too long,Seize the day, seize the hour!The…
Like a dim dream recalled, I curse the long-fled past
The red flag roused the serf, halberd in hand,While the despot’s black talons held his whip aloft.Bitter sacrifice strengthens bold resolveWhich dares to make sun and moon shine in new skies.Happy, I see wave upon wave of paddy and beans,And all around heroes home-bound in the evening mist.
North country scene:
A thousand leagues of whirling snow.Both sides of the Great WallOne single white immensity.The Yellow River’s swift currentIs stilled from end to end.The mountains dance like silver snakesAnd the highlands* charge like wax-hued elephants,Vying with heaven in stature.On a fine day, the land,Clad in white, adorned in red,Grows more enchanting.This land so rich in beautyHas…
A thunderstorm burst over the earth,
The deluded monk was not beyond the light,But the malignant demon must wreak havoc.The Golden Monkey wrathfully swung his massive cudgelAnd the jade-like firmament was cleared of dust.Today, a miasmal mist once more rising,We hail Sun Wu-kung, the wonder-worker.