Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan

I climb to the Flower Peak，

and fancy I see fairies and immortals

carrying lotus in their

sacred white hands， robes flowing

they fly filling the sky with colour

as they rise to the palace of heaven，

inviting me to go to the cloud stage

and see Wei Shu-ching， guardian angel

of Hua Shan； so dreamily I go with them

riding to the sky on the back

of wild geese which call as they fly，

but when we look below at Loyang，

not so clear because of the mist，

everywhere could be seen looting

armies， which took Loyang， creating

chaos and madness with blood

flowing everywhere； like animals of prey

rebel army men made into officials

with caps and robes to match.