-Mao Zedong – June 1956 Just drunk of Changsha’s spring,Now taste Wuchang’s fish bring.Across Long River’s wide stretch I swing,Sky o’er Chu lands so vast and clear to sing.Let wind blow hard, waves wildly fling –Better than calm stroll in garden’s ring!Today my heart finds ease, light wing.Once by the stream, the Sage did…
–Mao Zedong, April, 1949 Tea talks in Canton still fresh in my mind,Verses sought in Chongqing when leaves declined.Thirty-one years back to our native land,When flowers fall I read your writing grand.Beware too much grief that tears your frame;See all things wide with a long, calm aim.Do not say Kunming Lake’s waters are thin;Watching…
When Zhuang Zi had no money, he went to the Lord Keeper of the River to borrow some grain.