Thick fog danced like a dark green dragon.
It spread over farmland under the mountain.
Trees looked more mysterious in its embrace.
Early mist shrouded the house and swallowed its staircase.
With the cloud, it blinded the sun and mixed with the dust.
The wind made it float on the river and then focused
above the sandy islands with white smoke in all mornings.
Congealed along the jade reed, it hid boats in their moorings.
Chinese paintings & calligraphy about all Charles Wu's poems
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem