Forbidden City,
Beijing,
China.
While all the heroes set off on new travels.
The splendour of the past is now a dream:
Over Stone City hangs a crescent moon.
On Rainflower Terrace the broken pikes are buried;
In Weep-not Lake the water ripples yet.
The longed for beauty nowhere can be found.
My song recalls the sky above the river.
Lu Xun (1931)
