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Journey through
the Taihang Mountains
Journeying north to Taihang's peak,
Oh, how daunting and bleak !
The winding path is narrow and
steep,
Wheels and axles strain and
creak.
The trees around, how mournful they sigh,
As northern winds whistle by,
And bears and tigers watch me
nigh,
Their howls echoing through the
sky.
Few folks do dwell in the valley's deep,
As snowflakes fall and endlessly
heap.
I sigh and long for home to keep,
Carrying burdens heavy and steep.
My heart aches with sadness and sorrow,
Yearning to be home tomorrow.
The bridge is out, the river too
deep,
Lost and confused, I wander and
weep.
The sun sets and darkness falls,
My hunger grows, my energy
stalls.
I gather wood and chop with all
my might,
To keep warm through the frozen
night.
Oh, how the "East Mountain" poem does grieve,
Its melancholic words make me
believe,
That life's journey is hard to
conceive,
And hardships make us truly
perceive. |
