(Chan Fang-sheng, 4th century A.D.)
Cliffs that rise a thousand feet
Without a break,
Lake that stretches a hundred miles
Without a wave,
Sands that are white through all the year
Without a stain,
Pine-tree woods, winter and summer
Ever-green,
Streams that for ever flow and flow
Without a pause,
Trees that for twenty thousand years
Your vows have kept
You have suddenly healed the pain of a traveler's heart,
And moved his brush to write a new song.
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