In face I see green hills piled up on hills green,
Nearby grass grows waist-deep and grassy isles are seen.
Frost-proof tangerines and shaddocks stand proud,
Reeds steeped in rain look clear and clean.
Across the waves the riverside tower dimmed by cloud,
Peeping through boundless autumn on the river, it grieves
To see a few withered willow leaves.

Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can.

The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked with
gorgeousness.

GM frens !!!