Traveling Early through a Snowy Valley

Piled snow hugs the bramble gates;
travelers emerge from the village.
At stream crossings some encounter tigers;
no monkeys are heard from the tree tops.
Mountain pavilions touch cantilever roads;
tree roots prop up a wood-plank bridge.
Driving their carriages, they climb the layered slopes;
looking back, they see the rising sun.
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YĆ¼ Chi
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