Some of my acquaintences already climbed on the Great Wall while I was in obscurity. One of them created a new type of words, well it is more fancy than a utility, made huge profit on it.
"MOUNT LIUPAN
--to the tune of Ching Ping Yueh
October 1935
The sky is high, the clouds are pale,
We watch the wild geese vanish southward.
If we fail to reach the Great Wall we are not men
We who have already measured twenty thousand li
High on the crest of Mount Liupan
Red banners wave freely in the west wind.
Today we hold the long cord in our hands,
When shall we bind fast the Grey Dragon?"