By the river I am looking for a gray horse（with an additional poem）
Its whole body should be gray, with octagonal hat and leggings
I only know this
The two pupils seem having gloss like fine coal, I only know the scorching and heavy eye language
Snort and roar rived the turbid wave, as if rock fell into the river
The hoof beats of running and leaping were so loud like waist drum
In the footprints, the fire out of the hit between rock and horseshoe
Proved the long light of the cave long ago, I only know, that a gray horse or a group of gray horses
Broke the lead-heavy curtain of sky by the shocking thunders
And awakened the dawn, the sky of that day also knew this
By the river laboriously I am looking for a gray horse
It is exactly the fire-stealer with gray coarse military uniform,
But now only the Yanhe River flows
Calling the horse, clapping the rock
Every time it is bloody and tearful
I could only do that
I and Yanhe River could only do that
Looking at the gentle wind, the swirling cloud
No pagoda could be higher than Baota Mountain's Pagoda
I don't know which pagoda could be higher than Baota Mountain's Pagoda
If a higher pagoda is going to be built
I would raise my hand to object it
In the name of a citizen
Baota Mountain is the memory, the symbol
Baota Mountain's pagoda has been the red imprint of several generations
No matter how high how great one boasts about himself
It would be much lower and humbler comparing with Baota Mountain
One could never be higher than Baota's height
Yes, Baota's altitude is not high
But no one could replace it
I don't know which pagoda could be higher than Baota Mountain's Pagoda
If a higher Pagoda is going to be built
Would people memory or revere it
Only the god knows
Luckily, from the inverted image
Which travels the upstream from the downstream of Yanhe River
Baota Mountain's Pagoda
Is still higher than that
So-called pagoda
Moonlight is always bright and clear
Li Yun: Male, member of Anhui Writers Association, chief editor of Poetry Monthly.