The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, singing secrets to the ancient pines. Under the silver moonlight, a lone fisherman’s boat drifts, its lantern casting dancing ripples. Distant temple bells echo across misty mountains, weaving dreams into the night breeze. Cicadas hum forgotten tales as willow branches dip into the water, tracing verses only the stars comprehend. An old scholar sits on the bridge, sipping wine and murmuring poetry to the carps below. The seasons flow like ink...
The Whispering Brook
A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, singing secrets to the ancient pines. Under the silver moonlight, a lone fisherman’s boat drifts, its lantern casting dancing ripples. Distant temple bells echo across misty mountains, weaving dreams into the night breeze. Cicadas hum forgotten tales as willow branches dip into the water, tracing verses only the stars comprehend. An old scholar sits on the bridge, sipping wine and murmuring poetry to the carps below. The seasons flow like ink...
