A Night Visit to Chiang Ching-kuo’s Former Residence in Ganzhou
The moon over the river tower shrouds the magnolia in mist; the tribute water runs, vast and green, linking to the stream.
The heroic bearing on the wall is truly imposing; at the desk, small characters are exquisitely graceful.
Half the city once recited the teachings of southern Jiangxi; across the river, you sometimes hear verses from Taipei.
Outside the window, the two streams return to one lineage—resting on the railing, where can I ask about my past fate?
The moon over the river tower shrouds the magnolia in mist; the tribute water runs, vast and green, linking to the stream.
The heroic bearing on the wall is truly imposing; at the desk, small characters are exquisitely graceful.
Half the city once recited the teachings of southern Jiangxi; across the river, you sometimes hear verses from Taipei.
Outside the window, the two streams return to one lineage—resting on the railing, where can I ask about my past fate?
