Majestic Zhongshan stands high,
Enshrouded in purple clouds, its form so fair.
Silently, the winding path meets,
Temples veiled in smoky haze, a serene sight.
In the Valley of Spirits, pines stretch tall,
Dewdrops glisten like pearls at dawn and dusk.
Birds sing in a lively thrall,
Ancient city harmonizes, through ages green it ushers.