Posts Tagged ‘Taishan’

Photo Friday: Stone Carved Poems On Taishan

Friday, January 8th, 2010

Carved poems on Taishan

Carved poems by Confucius and the poet Dufu are scattered along Taishan. The poems describe the beauty of the surrounding, respect and a legend that says those who climb the mountain will live until they are 100 years old.

Update:

Thanks to @darrickjlee, the poem has been semi-deciphered! He introduced me to, Nciku, an amazing resource for learning Chinese. It even comes with audio to help with pronunciations! Below is the poem’s pinyin in Chinese.

乾隆皇帝, Qian Long Hong Di

回峦抱深凹, Hui Luan Bao Shen Ao,
曦光每独受。 Xi Guang Mei Du Shou.
所以朝阳名, Suo Yi Zhao Yang Ming,
名山率常有。 Ming Shan Lu Chang You.
是处辟云关, Shi Chu Bi Yun Guan,
坦区得数亩。 Tan Qu De Shu Mu.
结构寄幽偏, Jie Gou Ji You Pian,
潇洒开窗牖。 Xiao Sa Kai Chuang Shan.
历险欣就夷, Li Xian Xi Jiu Yi,
稍息复进走。 Shao Xi Fu Jing Zou.
即景悟为学, Ji Jing Wu Wei Xue,
无穷戒株守。 Wu Qiong Jie Zhu Shou.

Update:

@darrickjlee to the rescue! He’s translate the poem into English. Thanks so much Darrick! I envy your skills.

Meandering peaks embrace deep vales;
Twilights are often received exclusively.
That’s why the name Early Morning Sun,
Is used to name many a famous mount.
[Middle verse harder to translate...]
Having faced danger, it’s pleasing to find peace.
Having rested, it’s time to resume proceeding.
The current scenery is enlightening me to learn,
That the infinite sky forbids procrastinating.

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Taishan, China: 7,200 Steps To The Top

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Symbolic image of Taishan

The sky darken. We were no where near the top. We had to move quicker. The faster we climbed the more clothes we peeled off. But taking a break was out of the question. Stopping meant the possibility of getting frostbite. There are 7,200 steps to the top of Taishan, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. I had never climbed so much in my life before.

Ok, so maybe it wasn’t that extreme but the higher we climbed the hotter we got inside and the colder it got outside. Weird, but if you’ve ever climbed a mountain on a cold November day, you’ll know what I mean. We made it to the top with the last few glimpses of light. Looking down from the highest peak of the mountain, it was an overwhelming feeling. I thought to myself, “So this is what tall feels like.”  I couldn’t believe I huffed and puffed all the way up. I felt so much bigger than 5′2”. It was empowering.

Coming down was a trip in itself. Night fell shortly after. JC and I were racing against time to make it down to the middle of the mountain for the last bus down. On top of that, there was absolutely nothing to guide the way. No lamps. No lights. No nothing. But of course there were plenty of shops lined along the steps to sell you flashlights at prices higher than usual.

We chose to improvise. Using the light on my phone, we made our way down. Now, it wasn’t a matter of time. It was a matter of how long the battery life in my phone would last. It didn’t help that I was gasping for air. It didn’t help that my calves were cramping up. And it certainly didn’t help that others who were making it down the mountain hovered over me like flies to honey. They were attracted to the light on my phone. I was paranoid I’d trip over a foot and fall to my death.

Middle Sky Door

Middle Sky Door

Luckily, I didn’t. We made it down in about half an hour. That must have been record time since it took us close to 4 hours to get to the top. It was probably because we were so busy enveloping ourselves in the mountain terrains and almost tangible clouds. We also had to stop to recharge at 中天门. The exact transliteration is middle sky door. The not so exact translation is middle door to the sky.

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