North country scene:
A hundred leagues locked in ice,
A thousand leagues of whirling snow.
Both side of the Great
One single white immensity.
The Yellow River's swift
Is stilled from end to end.
The mountains dance silver
And the highland charge like wax-hued elephants.
Vying with heaven in stature.
On a fine day, the land,
Clad in white, adorned in red,
Crows more enchanting.
This land so rich in
Has made countless heroes bow in homage.
But alas!
Qin Shihuang and Han
Were lacking in literary grace,
And Tang Taizong and Song
Had little poetry in their souls;
That proud son of Heaven,
Genghis Khan,
Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretched.
All are past and gone!
For truly great
Look to this age alone.
