Bloodshed of Red Cliff

(I)

The evening glow engulfs the cloud and flows to the very boundaries of the sky 

Endows the Red Cliff with its burnished glory

The coiled flame, the expressive mountains and lakes

that bulge to convey

A change of scene

A strand of swelling high-flying spirit

A surge of stout strength

Explodes, skyward

A heart all fired

Soaring

With a throwing arm

Melancholy the wise

Welling into

The great                

The radiating sword

On the edge of skies

Swings and swishes

The flaring sunrise,  the tapering sunset

Seated there

Rapport felt, among one another

Shots over grief

Come in

And tears cut down

Squeezing the drifting life out of

A bottle of

Flame-filled wine

Purple haze twists the drawing screen up and down

Tantalising immensity

The gentle sway of classic tune

Drifts and sweeps across the hall

The Pipa ambles in

The performance’s face shaded invisible

The curtains splitting away

The wind slots in

Water lilies blossom and perish by raindrops

While bewilderment follows

Behind the loops of ripples

Stirs in hooves

Of ocean splashes

Swirl in

——Now reclining to listen it in:

Spill over the end of the earth

。。。。。。

(II)

The wind lulled

The chopsticks ceased

The mind is fully aware now

The candlelights retreated

For a passing moment

The exodus of all the great with wind

Westwards towards the neck of Sunshine Boulevard

Everything is a snatch away

And continue

A rushing 747

With the formidable power of the king of the bird

Flies over the spine of the homeland

Hovering around, the roar by wave unwillingly

The reels of farewell song at home

Far away

The flowing time as me

A passer-by

Halts to scan the territory in its glamour

The sunset along the open, empty tide line

Pressing down, just as a cube of grand stamp

Strikes an eternal image of

Ho-YI, the master archer of

The ancient life

Grabbed and Rooted to time flashing off and rolling on

Flecks of light

Flickering as snow

Stays a piercing imprint, restless

The winter is deep calm, the evening clock ticks

Sprinkled ink,  scattered stars

Dappling the Xuan papers

Into the air, into the grounds

Momentarily, slip down in 

The sentence, with a velvet-rouge landscape

Looming around, as

Night rolls the colour of dreams

The red-cliff enflames

A curtain of twilight throws in

Enlivening me upon its miracle extending

Note:

The Battle of Red Cliffs was a breaking point in the standoff of the Three Kingdoms in China. And the battle has confirmed the separation of Southern China from the Northern Yellow River valley heartland.