Alai "The Dust Settles"

On this day, I walked around with a dreamy smile on my face in order to find a place to remind myself of where I was. But everything in front of me is like a world away, familiar and strange. Tusiguanzhai is tall and majestic, go to the distance to look at it, some tilt, go to the near, close to the ground, the foundation of even the stone is a little decayed. I am reminded of the story of the wise man Agudenba. One day he came to a holy place, also in a square, and he wanted to make a joke with the serious monk; he told the guy to hold the flagpole in the middle of the square. The monk did not believe that the flagpole would fall, but he went up and supported the flagpole. The flagpole was high, and the wise monks held it and looked up into the sky, and saw that deep in the sky, the clouds fluttered like flags. Finally, the flagpole began to move. He used all his strength to keep the flagpole from falling. If the clouds had not drifted by later, the monks would have exhausted themselves under the flagpole. Now, I looked at the sky, and the stone wall of the official village was also pressed down on top of my head. But I don't hold it, because I'm not a smart person; I'm a fool. The clouds in the sky fluttered, the stone walls above our heads fell, and finally we were all safe. So I laughed at the sky.

- Alai, "The Dust Settles"