Gracefully the snowflakes flutter,

with the dawnlight crisp and the moonlight clear.

Not intending to steal the limelight of spring, 

only to find a world purged and shining.

Amid the wind and snow,

the West Gate Stele shines still.

His statue remains solemn,

the stare intense and the way remote. 

To come the 70th anniversary,

to wait a beautiful scenery.

Draft: XU Ruyi

Revision: CHENG Mingyuan