– By Mao Zedong, April 1918 Clouds part over Heng Yue, long gloom at last dispelled,Among Tianma and Phoenix Peaks spring trees unfold.
There was once a bird called the roc, whose back was as vast as Mount Tai and whose wings were like clouds that overspread the heavens. When it wheeled up into the air a whirlwind arose, and in each flight it covered ninety thousand Ii, soaring above the misty vapours under the azure sky.…