The Great Wall — "长城/雾景观" —

《长城残梦》

千峰万壑锁云烟， 古壁蜿蜒入暮天。

断塔斜阳映残雪， 孤松冷月伴空巅。

曾闻金鼓震山谷， 铁马风尘踏岁年。

英雄血染苍岩石， 白骨无声埋垒边。

行客登高心欲碎， 风悲云动梦如前。

不见故人来旧地， 只余长啸对苍玄。

笔落纸上情难尽， 丹青寄我万千言。

若问此生何所恋， 长城深处是心田。

English translation:

"Broken Dreams Along the Great Wall"

A thousand peaks and valleys locked in mist, The ancient wall coils into the twilight sky.

Ruined towers glow in fading sun and snow, Lonely pines and cold moon crown the heights.

I’ve heard war drums shake the mountain gorge, Iron steeds thundered through the dusty years.

Heroes’ blood once stained these rugged stones, Now silent bones lie buried by the ramparts.

A traveler climbs, heart heavy with sorrow, The wind mourns, clouds stir, dreams return.

No old friends walk this path again— Only a long cry echoes into the void.

Ink falls, yet feelings overflow the page, Painted scenes speak what words cannot.

If you ask what this soul still loves— It’s the heart hidden deep within the Wall.