Climbing High Li Bo 699-762 I climb high and gaze upon the four seas; How vast and endless the earth and sky! Frost cloaks all things autumnal, Winds whip the great wilderness cold. Blossoms of glory waters flowing east. Life's events successions of ocean waves. The white sun is obscured by dusk's colored rays, Floating clouds with no sure end. Swallows and sparrows now nest in pawlonia trees, White phoenixes must perch among the brambles. To "Return Home" once again! On my sword I strum, "The Road Is Hard."