A gentle stream meanders through the mossy stones, humming an ancient tune under the silver moonlight. Its waters carry stories of forgotten times, weaving tales of wandering poets and distant lands. On its bank, an old willow tree bends low, its leaves tracing verses on the water’s surface. A lone traveler pauses to drink, seeing constellations reflected in the ripples. The night breeze carries whispers of Li Bai’s unfinished poem, mingling with the fragrance of wild orchids. Here, time flow...
