The Seaside — Beidaihe, Tune: Ripples Sifting Sand

 The Seaside — Beidaihe, Tune: Ripples Sifting Sand

On northern land a heavy rain is pouring, Sky-high white waves are roaring. Off Emperor's Isle the fishing boats outgoing All lost to sight in the wide, wide sea foaming, Who knows where they are roaming? Over a thousand years ago by the seaside, Whipping his steed, Wu of Wei took a ride. Verses on his eastern trip to Mount Stone still remain. The autumn wind is blowing now as bleak as then, But changed is the world of men.

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