The landscape up the north,
is icebound, snow flies,
In thousands and thousands of miles.
Look, by the Great Wall's both sides, it is,
Only the boundless whiteness.
The Yellow River, up and down,
Had its torrents suddenly gone.
Mountains dance as silver serpents,
Highlands run as wax-like elephants,
Trying to be as high as heaven.
It should be on a sunny day,
To watch those in white in glowing rays,
It is enchanting in a peculiar way.
How charming has been the Empire,
A myriad of heroes had bowed to admire.
Pity Qin's First and Han's Wu emperors,
With a slight lack of grace in literature,
Tang's Taizong and Song's founder,
With literary talent a little inferior.
Genghis Khan, the Northern tribe ruler,
And the pride in the era,
Only knew flexing his bow and shot down vultures.
All of them had passed away,
Of the remarkable people to enumerate,
We have to look to today.
【沁园春】雪 毛泽东 1936年2月
北国风光，千里冰封，万里雪飘。
望长城内外，惟余莽莽；
大河上下，顿失滔滔。
山舞银蛇，原驰蜡象，欲与天公试比高。
须晴日，看红装素裹，分外妖娆。 江山如此多娇，引无数英雄竞折腰。
惜秦皇汉武，略输文采；
唐宗宋祖，稍逊风骚。
一代天骄，成吉思汗，只识弯弓射大雕。
俱往矣，数风流人物，还看今朝。
中文朗读《沁园春 雪》：李唐
