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.
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.