–Mao Zedong, Summer 1954 Great rain pours on Youyan’s ancient land;White waves surge high to touch the sky’s broad span.Beyond Qinhuangdao, fishing boats once planned –Now lost in one vast wild and watery band.Where can they be, in this unending stand?
Yang Yuwei had moved to a house by the bank of the Sishui River. His study faced an open wilderness. Outside the wall were many ancient tombs. At night, winds blew through white poplar trees, setting them to roaring like sea waves.
A scholar named Li Boyan, from Xishui, Shandong, was a straightforward, upright and brave man. Suddenly he collapsed with some kind of acute illness.