Recitation: Butterflies Lingering over Flowers --Reply to Li Shuyi

You’ve lost your Willow and I’ve lost my Poplar proud,

Their souls ascend the highest heaven, light as cloud.

The Woodman, asked what he has for wine,

Brings out a nectar of laurels divine.

The lonely Goddess of the Moon, large sleeves outspread,

Dances up endless skies for these immortal dead.

From the earth comes the news of the Tiger o’ erthrown,

In a sudden shower their tears fly down.

By Chairman Mao Zedong