Xiaoqikong in Libo｜Hiding the Seasons in Emerald Green Poetry

Stone slab bridges carry six hundred years of moonlight​ Moss fills the cracks in the bricks with damp poetry​ Bamboo rafts split the emerald-colored mirror surface​ Startling a flock of silver-like ripples​ The waterfall at Wolong Pool is a hanging silk curtain​ When the mist brushes past your eyelashes​ You can hear the mountain wind reading the letters of the tree shadows​ Mandarin Duck Lake crushes the sky into ripples​ Each lotus leaf holds a speck of starlight​ The moment the Laya Waterfall crashes into the embrace​ All the heat is shattered into foam​ The roots of the water forest entwine the stream​ Bare feet step over cool secrets​ Moss kisses the itch of your ankles​ The seven arches of Qikong Bridge hold seven moons​ One sinks beneath the water​ One hangs on the bamboo tip​ And five more​ Are hidden in the backpack photos​ And the racing heartbeat​