The snow-white beach lies like a silken silver blanket, Stretching beneath the clear, cloudless sky. The waves’ rhythmic roar upon the shore——Unchanged, from time immemorial to today. A gentle breeze drifts softly,Into the sail-shaped hall standing by the sea. In hand, a cup of fresh tea and a pipe,Before my eyes, a tiny world of mountains and waves. Within the curling wisp of smoke,No need to speak of mortal troubles; Just listen quietly to the waves’ murmur,Telling the tales of seasons passing, years on years.
The snow-white beach lies like a silken silver blanket, Stretching beneath the clear, cloudless sky. The waves’ rhythmic roar upon the shore——Unchanged, from time immemorial to today. A gentle breeze drifts softly,Into the sail-shaped hall standing by the sea. In hand, a cup of fresh tea and a pipe,Before my eyes, a tiny world of mountains and waves. Within the curling wisp of smoke,No need to speak of mortal troubles; Just listen quietly to the waves’ murmur,Telling the tales of seasons passing, years on years.
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