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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
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