Among the whispers of the bamboo grove,
Echoes of ancestors in stories unfold.
Lanterns dance through the shadowed night,
Carrying dreams in gentle light.

The river’s flow, a timeless song,
Weaving through mountains, proud and strong.
Tea leaves swirl in porcelain cups,
Breathing warmth, as time interrupts.

Silk threads weave tales of old,
Embroidered with wisdom, stories told.
In bustling markets, laughter and cries,
Reflecting life beneath vast skies.

Temples stand with silent grace,
Guardians of time and sacred space.
In every heart, a melody sings,
Of Chinese life and the peace it brings.