Great white emperor bodhisattva
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing in the sky with color training.
After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue.
When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was smashed by bullets.
Decorate this mountain, it looks better today.
Translation:
There are red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple in the air. Who is dancing with this rainbow in the sky?
After the yellow rain, I saw the sunset, and the rolling mountains gradually became lush.
Thinking that there was fierce fighting here in those years, the bullet holes in those years were still on the wall of the village entrance.
Let it decorate the mountains and rivers in front of us, but now it looks even more enchanting.
Make an appreciative comment
This is a poem recalling the war, but there is no fierce grief and indignation, and there is no bloody war scene. Only the beauty of mountains and rivers is vivid. Memories are beautiful, as long as they become the past, they will become cordial memories, especially when poets rely on the battlefield of victory in the past, and the beautiful scenery around them in summer dusk is quiet and green. It seems that grateful nature now understands the poet's happy mood.