My body grows infinitely, and the mountain under my feet is just a fist-sized stone relative to my body shape; The giant was covered in hair, and his long hair fluttered in the wind like an inky flag. The giant stands on the top of the earth, and the sunrise landscape of Mount Tai faces the east, spreading out a pair of long arms, silently expecting, welcoming, urging and calling; In worship, in prayer, in tears-I haven't seen them for a long time, but I will see tears of sadness and joy. ...
This tear is not empty, and this silent prayer is not without response.
The giant's finger points to the east-Mount Tai sunrise.
What's in the East and what's on display?
There are magnificent colors in the East, and there are great shining lights in the East. Here we are, here we are. ...
Rose juice, grape pulp, bauhinia juice, agate essence, frosted maple leaves-a large number of dyers, working under tired clouds. Numerous winding ichthyosaurs climbed up the pale clouds. Mount Taishan sunrise natural landscape
The extraordinary splendour on one side removes the drowsiness all over the sky and awakens the Ming Xia in all directions-
Bright pony, run ...
The sea of clouds is also alive; The sleeping beast-like waves returned to the huge roar, shaking their heads and tails at us. The washing of the dew-stained steamed bun-shaped island stirred up foam waves in all directions and shook the floating reef of life, as if to report the coming of light and joy. ...
Look at the east again-Hercules has swept away his obstacles, and the golden light like a bird screen has emerged from the boundless shoulders and spread out on the edge of the earth. Get up ... get up ... push, push. The round skeleton with pure flame jumped out of the horizon again and again, climbed the back of the cloud and shone in the sky. ...
Singing, praising, this is the resurrection of the East, this is a bright victory ... sunrise on Mount Tai.
The giant who prayed, whose body color spans the boundless sea of clouds, has gradually disappeared into general joy;
Now, his magnificent song of praise has spread in all directions and corners in the changing clouds. ...
Listen, Puxie cheers; Look, this shining light!
This is my fantasy of recalling the sunrise on Mount Tai at this time, and it is also my eulogy to let Tagore come to China.