Qing Shang

The traveler disappears into the green mountains

Here comes the blessed land, as time goes by

Gazing at the the mountains across the water, as if it is my hometown, how nostalgic

Alone as I depart and return, all of a sudden, I return home in my dream

Distant mountains bear resemblance to a young lady’s beautiful eyebrows

Travelers scattered around the world become landscapes on foreign realms

These foreign landscapes, as well as mountains in my memories, melted into abstract lines

They form a different life path along traceless destiny

I intentionally bend lines of the mountains to resemble curves of human body