June. A portrait of southern heaven.
The thriving East Lake of Hangzhou, a finely-crafted, Oriental, wood ferry sailed, the sound of slender bamboo dispersing with the gentle lake wind. The fragrance seeming to intoxicate each and every traveller.
But today, the softly swaying lilies and lotuses floating elegantly upon the lake surface failed to capture the attention of the passersby rushing to and fro. No, today, all attention was on the young, scholarly man, donned in robes of white, perched on the bow of the ferry.
June. A portrait of southern heaven.The thriving East Lake of Hangzhou, a finely-crafted, Oriental, wood ferry sailed, the sound of slender bamboo dispersing with the gentle lake wind. The fragrance seeming to intoxicate each and every traveller.But today, the softly swaying lilies and lotuses floating elegantly upon the lake surface failed to capture the attention of the passersby rushing to and fro. No, today, all attention was on the young, scholarly man, donned in robes of white, perched on the bow of the ferry.
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