Nanniwan（with an additional poem）
Starving, lasting for twenty-five thousand miles
Bodies, getting thinner and thinner
Bony, puttees getting tighter and tighter
Just pulling the foreleg out of the marshes of snow mountains and grasslands
The rear foot sank into the“mashes”of lack of food and clothing
Their malnourished deep eyes sockets
Were skinnier than skinny bamboo hats
Exhausted guns and bloated shovels took turns to go to battle
Weeds were cut off, even snakes ran away already
A large area of aridity became heaps of ashes
Northern Shaanxi's frog croak sometimes was not worse than Xintianyou
The croaking made by their cheeks
Was like a clear mirror from Jiangnan
Thousands of tender or sturdy hands
Transplanted the agonistic songs here and there
In October, the golden autumn, the waving grains were flying
No one foresaw that it was the rehearsal
Of the fireworks of Founding Ceremony
At Liangjiahe, chatting with an old farmer
“In fact I don't lack food and clothing since long ago
Running this stall is
To show our own local products
So that you can taste Liangjiahe”
This old man says, it was so dry here forty years ago
No water, no grain
Young women married those men who did not live in this place
Since some young intellectual drilled a well here
Fruits grow bigger, we get enough grains
Villagers get happy
This eighty-year-old farmer is selling dried fruit
He is ruddier than the big jujube
He tells me, now life is good
And he knows how to live, he often sits at the back of cave
Enjoying cool breeze, drinking, and watching the sky
He says, he is not dim-sighted despite in old age
Which star is the brightest
He can see clearly
Bi Futang: Male, member of Chinese Writers Association, chief editor of Contemporary Poets.