For a long time I have not seen your inspiring countenance.
I missed your open, magnanimous, charismatic personality.
Now to the East comes the good news.
I remember you well from your Maliaoshui days, full of idealism and youthful enthusiasm.
Your footprints in Diamond Hill have long since dissolved back into dust.
These are trying times for our nation with unpredictable players and connections. A hermit's good life is no longer an option.
You have just emerged from a long period of recuperation, reinvigorated anew from your depth of despair and ready for the challenges ahead.
I envy your breakthrough from the writer's life in a study into the role of a martial-arts master passing on your skills.
I envy too what, of your life's work of a hundred years, you have already achieved at the age of seventy, even in adverse circumstances like the proud persimmon plant in the scorching sun and the proud plum plant covered by ice.
How I wish that the combination of your loyal patriotic heart as the fertile soil and your zeal as the sown seeds is planted everywhere in China!
Henceforth your eyes can be fixed on lofty goals on high up in the skies, no need for any more pondering with a bowed head.
