the maples leaves on Western mountain become red
the river knows that story
skylarks sing aloud
hoarfrost covers the cold autumn
mountains and waters always depend on each other
reflected in the bottom of my heart
breeze from the mountain
the water ripples
the Western mountain put on rosy Nichang
the river smiles
Monday, February 2, 2009
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