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Hunan's mountains fold and close in layered green;
waves bend, peaks turn, and a path suddenly opens through.
A sheet of lake light, clear as a mirror,
sometimes threads through pine shadows, rippling the cold empty sky.

Written by Master Sanfu on May 12, 2021. Please credit the source if you share.

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