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Poetry & Reflections

Chu Yao

Thousandfold Chu peaks hide sails and masts,
Jade-grass and golden light stretch to the earth.
One night of west wind rustles falling leaves—
Yet one suspects flying rain has reached Xiao and Xiang.

Written by Master Sanfu on December 30, 2021. Please credit the source if you share.

Translation Notice: This English version was translated with AI assistance. Specialized, historical, religious, or culturally sensitive terms may contain nuances, inaccuracies, or debatable wording. In case of ambiguity or discrepancy, the original Chinese text shall prevail.