I have long aspired to reach for the
And I again ascend Jinggang Mountain.
Coming from afar to view our old haunt,
I find new scenes replacing the old.
Everywhere orioles sing, swallows dart,
Streams
And the road mount skyward.
Once Huangyanggai is
No other perilous place calls for a glance.
Wind and thunder are stirring,
Flags and banners are
Wherever men live.
Thirty-eight years are
With a mere snap of the fingers.
We can clasp the moon in the Ninth
And seize turtles deep down in the Five Seas:
Nothing is hard in this
If you dare to scale the heights.
