Looking toward an inner gate of the Great Wall

 

Zu Yong

  

Yan Taiwan at the guest and drum, Jia Xuan Xuan Han will camp.

 

In an endless cold light of massive snow, tall flags on three borders rise up like a dawn.

 

The battle fire even Hu Yue, sea Yun Yong Ji city.

 

Though no youthful clerk meant to be a great general, I throw aside my writing-brush -- like the student who tossed off cap for a lariat, I challenge what may come.

 

 

 I was then cattle, also not be with Zhang Yimou and uncle Maimaiti, for eye, take that what the opening ceremony has not come on stage, quickly put a few pieces of rotten PP myself, and then flash side, doing the doing. I wish China Olympic peace -- peace is a blessing, the gold pimple how much is secondary.

 

 

 

Alaska, July 2008

 

And valleys, like peck measures, fill with the broken boulders

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alaska, July 2008

 

West of the hill of gold, smoke and dust gather. O General of the Chinese troops, start your campaign!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alaska, July 2008

 

While the sharp wind's point cuts the face like a knife,And snowy sweat steams on the horses' backs,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alaska, July 2008

 

But the dragon fly in, not taught Ma degrees Yinshan hu.

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

Alaska, July 2008

 

We meet on horseback. I have no means of writing.Tell them three words: "he is safe."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alaska, July 2008

 

And then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.

 

La fin