Seven Rhythms - A Reply to a Friend

1961

On Jiuyi Mountain, white clouds fly, and the emperor's son rides the wind down the cuiwei.

A thousand tears from a bamboo branch, and a hundred layers of red haze.

The waves of Dongting are surging with snow, and the people of Changdao are singing poems.

I would like to dream about the vast expanse of the country of Hibiscus.

Seven Rhythms - A Reply to a Friend

1961

On Jiuyi Mountain, white clouds fly, and the emperor's son rides the wind down the cuiwei.

A thousand tears from a bamboo branch, and a hundred layers of red haze.

The waves of Dongting are surging with snow, and the people of Changdao are singing poems.

I would like to dream about the vast expanse of the country of Hibiscus.