A VIEW OF THE WILDERNESS
Snow is white on the westward mountains and on three fortified towns，
And waters in this southern lake flash on a long bridge.
But wind and dust from sea to sea bar me from my brothers；
And I cannot help crying， I am so far away.
I have nothing to expect now but the ills of old age.
I am of less use to my country than a grain of dust.
I ride out to the edge of town. I watch on the horizon，
Day after day， the chaos of the world.