A poem describing one mountain, one water, one boat and one person

liu zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

There is no bird trace in Qianshan Wanling; There is no sign of pedestrians for thousands of miles.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat; Fishing alone in the snow.