Chan Fang-shēng

Cliffs that rise a thousand feetWithout a break,Lake that stretches a hundred milesWithout a wave,Sands that are white through all the year,Without a stain,Pine-tree woods, winter and summerEver-green,Streams that for ever flow and flowWithout a pause,Trees that for twenty thousand yearsYour vows have kept,You have suddenly healed the pain of a traveller’s heart,And moved his…