" Lest our words become mere rote."
Mt. Huangshan
Farewell Pine
" With a blue line of mountains north of the wall and the east of the city, a white curve of water.
Here you must leave me and drift away like a loosened water-plant hundreds of miles...
I shall think of you in a floating cloud, so in the sunset, think of me.
..We wave our hands to say goodbye and my horse is neighing again and again."
Li Bai
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