The hill I climb
its slopes are steep
the Tao of Harmony rises ahead
but only gets farther away
having lost the path home
and beset by hardships
I lament and reflect
with Taishan before me
standing majestic
and Liangfu in between
its trails choked with thorns
and no way around
and me with no axe
and more troubles every day
I can't stop sighing
my tears form a stream
- Confucius