landscapes & poetry
The valley holds its breath
between the dark and dawn,
white mist writing verses
no tongue can keep.
山色空蒙雨亦奇
淡妆浓抹总相宜
Sky and lake become one
unmarked surface,
the heron passes
leaving no name.
秋水共长天一色
落霞与孤鹜齐飞
One moon, a thousand rivers
hold its likeness—
yet each water
carries it alone.
举头望明月
低头思故乡
the four seasons, rendered in silence