Clear veins of the river twin;
			Clean ranges of the snow within;
			With age gathers the mountain soul;
			For who acquaints the mastery undergo;
Steep cliffs the wild trees stood;
			Withstand the chilly wind’s treat;
			Beyond one’s ability to show;
			Its pure beauty that all relates to know;
 
      











 
       
       
    



 
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
     
             
                   
                   
                   
                   
                 
          