Early morning
A person walking on the mountain road
A winding path
The breeze blows on the face
A little cool
Oh, Miss Chun has come to the world
But my thoughts have flown to ancient times
Since ancient times
In the long river of time
The clouds and mist have always accompanied the mountain peaks
Looking at the mountains in the distance
The clouds and mist wrapped around the mountain peaks
For a long time I wish to leave...
The clouds sometimes turn into breeze
Chasing one mountain after another
The clouds sometimes turn into drizzle
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Moisturizing every inch of the mountain
The clouds and mist sometimes turn into heavy rain
Washing away the sinful souls of the mountain
After hundreds of millions of years of strong winds The baptism of heavy rain
The clouds and mountains have matured
A smiling face faces every rising sun
Calmly welcomes every new moon
A slight shiver
My thoughts return to my eyes
Looking at the small bridges and flowing water village in close-up
The smoke rising from the cooking pots
The sound of flutes and folk songs Laughter
A paradise on earth
Looking forward to having one in life
A beautiful spiritual appointment
Let’s live in seclusion together
In that happy paradise
In the picture
Men farm and women weave music, chess, calligraphy and painting
There are flutes and singing
And The happy laughter of you and me
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In the distance...
The clouds and mist wrap around the mountain peaks
Snuggle up and look at the world
Pictures of beautiful life
Clouds and mist smile
Mountain peaks smile
Sea breeze blows your long hair
2014-3-4