Let Us Face It Together

“Dark clouds loom over the snow-capped mountains of Qinghai; from the lonely fort, one gazes toward Yumen Pass. After a hundred battles, the yellow sand has pierced our armor. We will not return until Loulan is conquered.” Amid the snow-white Jade Mountains, Gu Xichao stood with his hands behind his back, wrapped in a thick fox-fur cloak. He raised his head slightly toward the clear, crystalline sky and slowly finished reciting the Tang poem. Theme: