Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan <br />I climb to the Flower Peak, <br />and fancy I see fairies and immortals <br />carrying lotus in their <br />sacred white hands, robes flowing <br />they fly filling the sky with colour <br />as they rise to the palace of heaven, <br />inviting me to go to the cloud stage <br />and see Wei Shu-ching, guardian angel <br />of Hua Shan; so dreamily I go with them <br />riding to the sky on the back <br />of wild geese which call as they fly, <br />but when we look below at Loyang, <br />not so clear because of the mist, <br />everywhere could be seen looting <br />armies, which took Loyang, creating <br />chaos and madness with blood <br />flowing everywhere; like animals of prey <br />rebel army men made into officials <br />with caps and robes to match.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/climbing-west-of-lotus-flower-peak/
