Far away and remote are the mountain paths in the high;
Thousands feet above—the risky pass is hard to surmount.
Stone Bridge greens with lichen and mosses;
For a while I look at the white clouds roaming in the void;
Waterfall hangs down with the white silk threads;
The trace of the moon falls in the alight pond.
Next, I will climb up to the top of Huading Peak,
Where a lonely crane awaits for me in the meantime.
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The picture summoned is tranquil, serene, and picturesque, but also tinged with challenge...intriguing....
Diana...