Xu peichu
I like dreaming,
Dreams are at the top of the mountain,
An old man lives on the top of the mountain.
His name is Lu Xun.
Poetry laurel award,
Born of him.
This mountain,
Visible and invisible.
Higher than Mount Everest,
Deeper than the ocean.
I asked step by step,
Sing it in poetry.
Step by step,
Witness with heart.
Wind, flowers, snow and the moon are like clouds.
Obscure and difficult to understand.
Dare to tell the truth,
Worrying about the country and the people is endless.
I am Qu Yuan's hometown boy,
Blood is always the same.
I look like Lu Xun,
Proud and iron.
Du Fu's realistic body,
Li Bai's romantic spirit.
Mo Yan's local flavor,
Mao Dunzi's night love.
Integrate Chinese and foreign,
be conversant with things both ancient and modern—be erudite and well-informed
Instead of seeking contemporary milestones,
I hope not to be left behind!
This is an excerpt from Xu Peichu's own Sina blog! Don't copy!