North country scene:A hundred leagues locked in ice,A thousand leagues of whirling snow.Both sides of the Great Wall One single white immensity.The Yellow River’s swift currentIs stilled from end to end.The mountains dance like silver snakes And the highlands charge like wax-hued elephants,Vying with heaven in stature.On a fine day, the land, Clad in white, adorned in red,Grows more enchanting. This land so rich in beautyHas made countless heroes bow in homage.But alas! Qing Shihuang and Han WudiWere lacking in literary grace, And Tang Taizong and Song TaizuHad little poetry in their souls;And Genghis Khan,Proud Son of Heaven for a day, Knew only shooting eagles, bow outstretchedAll are past and gone!For truly great men Look to this age alone.
