CHOU Ladies and gentlemen, comrades and friends, we have begun to celebrate the different ways that led us to this mountain pass, this summit where we stand. Look down and think what we have undergone. Future and past lie far below half-visible. We marvel now that we survived those battles, took those shifting paths, blasted that rock to lay those rails. Through the cold night, uncompromising lines of thought attempted to find common ground where their militias might contend, confident that the day would come for shadow-boxers to strike home. We saw by the first light of dawn the outlined cities of the plain, and see them still, surrounded by the pastures of their tenantry. On land we have not taken yet innumerable blades of wheat salute the sun. Our children race downhill unflustered into peace.
We will not sow their fields with salt, or burn their standing crop. We built these terraces for them alone. The virtuous American and the Chinese make manifest their destinies in time. We toast that endless province whose frontier we occupy from hour to hour, holding in perpetuity the ground our people won today from vision to inheritance. All patriots were brothers once: let us drink to the time when they shall be brothers again. Gam bei!