From this shore to that shore
Echo, travelling upstream
Around the cliff to disappear into the horizon
Tears drop into the undying burner, suddenly
Wild wind and surprising waves come in body and is with body
How can surging water be compared with surging blood
They run painstakingly only
To run after the ship bound for Sichuan
Like thousands of tons of rust solution bursting out of the throat
34.
The sorrow
In spite of burning into ashes
And they never stop calling pain
Haunting
Lingering
Already beyond hills upon hills
Turning into lava
Pouring into the unapproachable chest
35.
It is who
It is which ear that is standing straight
Abhorring evil as a deadly foe gushing out of my throat
And never have I had the annual ring of simultaneous bursting of human beings and beasts
If anybody is willing to believe the fact which has been a verdict
Like belief in God
Or to become pious followers of a religion
To extradite water from the River of Forgetfulness
36.
No doubt this is the only way to happiness
In a dream to step into the grassland covered with briers and brambles
Making gorgeous flowers blossom in vain near my tomb
Raising you high to extend the hand for help
Stepping toward the abyss gradually
— Galloping against the blood of the steed
To aggravate against the irreplaceable peak
37.
O, river the swan song of life
The idea of myriads of things and beings
The symbol of the world is like blood and dusk
Like a stem of lotus blossom growing out of the ruins
With the most touching smiling face to open to all sides
Exhibiting countless bloody flowers
38.
Like a river running through my chest day and night
Like an unexpected guest bursting into my home in midnight
Suddenly awakened by this
Dazed eyes heavenward
In this way
I am hung in the air
Standing into the eyes of a person
The river of life is doomed
Along the course of the river my mind scampers
It is doomed the funeral of the deceased is to be held in some evening
39.
Therefore, more and more consciously I come to know
The river bends and the river of life extends forever
And those white bones in battles
Are exposed in the sad wailing of the bloody steed
It is nothing
But a process
Or the instant of time
Stationing at the peak of sorrow
To burn a confusing ball of fire —
My home
40.
Even if
Such an hour comes again
The river of wind erosion turns with the wind
Water, rises to be cloud
The mud stamped into moss
I am still I how can I box myself in
Perhaps the end of time
Is unimaginable
Overnight
The soaring wings are bloody
While another little life is born joyously
To play wordless emotions
Walking with the river
41.
But who can expect that he
Is a prince or father of wisdom
Standing on hands at the dim and distant source
To water
Mouths which are poor or rich or pure
When the ground is up and down the birds make a nest in your starry sky
It is your deep blue eyes
Burning the wilderness of the world
But before the angry flame
He shall always be the incarnation of the Creator
The day and night is like a wheel which is quickly
Running away
In the depth of a remote soul
Head buried the land of my deep thought
42.
Please do not give up the receding tears and dreams
In the past years we are as close as brothers
The journey where step by step walking into the realm of heart
If the action is said to be a love letter
It will be the most intimate friend of ours my love
Or in the following days we are more dependent on each other for survival
No matter how distant is the journey the burning flame
Is awakening crowds and crowds of gathering people
To leap into the inmost depth my garden of roses
Now I see again
Both wings of the road are fair with countless flowers
In expectation of someday plucking gorgeous flowers of the stars
Pressed to the bosom to show love of the world
Eternal and boundless I am thinking
If it really is a blossom of ideal
It is going to be the most beautiful thing under heaven
43.
When spring comes
They often harbor an ill intention
In the world of water
One after another outspread body is bathing in the sun
As if finding oneself or somebody beyond oneself
Declaration to the world:
We are a pack of poker-faced people
The forehead is carved with the original portrait of the end of the century
And the name of the same stone and large and small bridges
We will forever belong to you
The moving mountains of the world
The heart open with stars …
44.
Now I come among them
Strolling with them on the lawn which is dusk and desolate
Flying dust is first seen about a flock of blue sheep
It blows against the face it is originally deemed
It is merely a handful of dust merely
The sandbank of soil of mutual help in humble circumstances
In an instant a spell after another spell of breeze set foot
No sooner no later it turns out to be two spring points
But my answer is still Heaven and Earth in one
Only one kind of water and the fine power of water
Can kill famine
And can face oneself really
45.
To believe or to doubt the crowd of people walking on the flagpole without marks
Are howling and wailing into my ears
But still I wait for them
When they are away from their kith and kin
Gentle wind blows hither
Time leaves our mind so hastily
Sliding to somewhere out of the line of sight
The stone is after all stone
And through the final meeting
We own a hilt separately
Along the increasing height of the high continent
The two banks confront each other or in my wild voice
The spiritual inner sea tends to be quiet and restful
Meanwhile to produce two different voices —
46.
Qiaojiwa is back
Masimu is back
It is high time
Let them abandon themselves to singing dancing
Let those who are standing in darkness feast their eyes
Lest they weep bitter tears in search
Of the perching shrine and the accomplice of the fire robber
Lest the noble forehead is hanged in the encampment
Nobody can approach truth
Now the continued story is being eulogized by us
To hold high your great flag to rescue
