I have just drunk the waters of
And come to eat the fish of Wuchang.
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 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 afoot:
A bridge will fly to span the north and south,
Turning a deep chasm into a thoroughfare;
Walls of stones will stand upstream to the
To hold back Wushan's clouds and
Till a smooth lake rises in the narrow gorges.
The mountain goddess if she is still
Will marvel at a world so changed.
