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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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