The Moonlit River
<The Moonlit River> Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A lonely fisherman rows with the turning tide. His lantern flickers soft, a star on waters deep, While distant temple bells lull mountain cliffs to sleep. White gulls dance in pairs where mist and wavelets meet, As peach blossoms drift along his wooden boat so fleet. He sings of yesterday—of youth and love long past, Knowing this tranquil night too shall too become memory vast.
The Moonlit River
<The Moonlit River> Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A lonely fisherman rows with the turning tide. His lantern flickers soft, a star on waters deep, While distant temple bells lull mountain cliffs to sleep. White gulls dance in pairs where mist and wavelets meet, As peach blossoms drift along his wooden boat so fleet. He sings of yesterday—of youth and love long past, Knowing this tranquil night too shall too become memory vast.
The Whispering Willow
A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman rows slowly, his net cast into the shimmering twilight. He remembers a promise made decades ago beneath these very branches—a vow carried away by the autumn wind. Now, as fireflies ignite like floating embers, he waits for a shadow that may never return. The moon rises, painting the world in silver, and the willow whispers tales of patience to the stars. Some say love is an anchor; o...
The Whispering Willow
A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman rows slowly, his net cast into the shimmering twilight. He remembers a promise made decades ago beneath these very branches—a vow carried away by the autumn wind. Now, as fireflies ignite like floating embers, he waits for a shadow that may never return. The moon rises, painting the world in silver, and the willow whispers tales of patience to the stars. Some say love is an anchor; o...
