In the heart of jade mountains, whispers rise,
Echoes of ancient emperors in the misty skies.
Lanterns flicker, guiding the timeless path,
Through bamboo groves where the wild cranes laugh.

The river flows, a silent silver thread,
Binding the tales of ancestors, their wisdom widespread.
Beneath the cherry blossoms’ gentle sway,
Nature sings the songs of yesterday.

Clouds embrace the peaks, soft and serene,
Guardians of secrets in a world evergreen.
Tea fields stretch, a sea of emerald dreams,
Where the sun’s golden touch gently gleams.

Night descends with a moonlit glow,
Painting shadows where ancient legends grow.
In this tranquil land, time stands still,
A tapestry woven by nature’s will.