yazi - Popular Poems and stories from category

I still remember our drinking tea in
And your asking for verses in Chongqing as the leaves yellowed
Back in the old capital after thirty-one years,
At the season of falling flowers I read your polished lines

The night was long and dawn came slow to the Crimson Land
For a century demons and monsters whirled in a wild dance,
And the five hundred million people were disunited
Now the rooster has crowed and all under heaven is bright,