Modern poetry with high mountains and flowing water

Like the Shan Ye breeze

Swirling in the depths of greenery

Like the flowing water in the mountains

Quiet and comfortable

The ancient melody

Like a golden bead and a silver bead falling on a jade plate

Spreading a human story in the rustling autumn wind

By the flowing water

Boya uses his dexterous fingers

. A woodcutter Zhong Ziqi

can solve the mystery

I'll look for it another day

But my old friend has died

Only the lonely grave is sad in front of the mountain

My confidant is not in love

Who can I play for again?

Boya wept and worshipped her tears.

She broke the piano and left, and never played again.

Rukoto Station

Mountains and rivers roam between heaven and earth.