The sunset in Pingchuan was magnificent, and a solitary smoke rose from the endless mountains. It was a new tomb. The albizia flowers in front of the tomb were blooming just right. Xu Yuanning sat under the tree dragging his sick body, humming an ancient and long tune: The solitary smoke rises into the vastness.
Beishan is far away and the morning is dark
The wild geese are falling and roaring
The moon is as bright as a hook
The long river is full of gloom and twilight
Go and go again, the silence is deep
Broken iron halberd and died in a hundred battles
Return, return, everything is empty
Intention: Ordinary people should live and work in the torrent of history, and fight against God amidst wars, diseases, natural and man-made disasters.