White clouds hang over the Mountains of Nine Questions.
The daughters of the emperor rode the wind down to a jade meadow
where a thousand tears fell and dappled the bamboo.
Now their dresses are a hundred folds of silk, a million sun clouds of red blossoms.
In Tungting Lake snow waves to heaven
And people of the Orange Island sing and make the earth vibrate.
I went to dream of the immense
Land if the hibiscus shiny with young morning sun.
By Mao Tse-Tung