Evening Scene at Twin Forests
Like a bolt of silk, the rippled course of this southern river
bends and turns back.
The distant mountains sink in silence, pressed by the setting sun.
No trace of people — just the sound of passing oars
and a pathway opening among the duck weed plants.
bends and turns back.
The distant mountains sink in silence, pressed by the setting sun.
No trace of people — just the sound of passing oars
and a pathway opening among the duck weed plants.
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