Where mountains and rivers wind and turn, seemingly without a path, a village appears amidst dim willows and bright blossoms.
Wildfires cannot burn them all away; they spring up anew with the spring breeze.
Seen from the side, it's a ridge; from the front, a peak; its form shifts with every angle and distance.
The swallows that once nested before the noble mansions of Wang and Xie now fly into the homes of ordinary folk.
Once you recognize the breath of the east wind, you see that spring is always a riot of color.
To see a thousand miles further, one must ascend one more level.
The sun rises over the sea in the waning night; the river spring enters the old year.
Beside the sunken boat, a thousand sails pass; before the old tree, ten thousand trees bloom in spring.
One is not afraid of floating clouds obscuring the view, for one stands at the highest peak.
How can the water be so clear? Because there is a constant flow of fresh water from the source.
A few peach blossoms bloom outside the bamboo; the ducks are the first to feel the river warming in spring.
People have joys and sorrows, partings and reunions; the moon has its phases of brightness and darkness.
The sun rises over the sea in the waning night; the river spring enters the old year. (Wang Wan, "On the Way Down from Mount Bei Gu")
A few peach blossoms bloom outside the bamboo; the ducks are the first to feel the river warming in spring. (Su Shi, "Hui Chong: Spring River Evening Scene")
One must reach the summit to see all other mountains appear small. (Du Fu, "Mount Yue")
Regretting that spring has gone and cannot be found, only to realize it has moved into this very place. (Bai Juyi, "Peach Blossoms at Dalin Temple")
The duration of life's ebb and flow depends not only on heaven; the blessing of cultivating one's spirit can grant longevity. (Cao Cao, "Longevity")