In the severe winter, the heavy snow presses, yet it stands tall without bowing its head.
Lonely, it hears the heavenly music, and devoutly bathes in the moon’s glow.
The mad wind carries the leaves’ howl, while the scorching sun displays the branches’ might.
With unwavering integrity, it has been praised for a thousand years, with its roots wedged firmly in the hundred-foot cliff.作者: 李听圃 时间: 2024-3-27 00:47
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