How did the ancients name all things?
Mountains are called Cuiwei, seas Cangyuan, rain as Lingze, snow as Hansu, clouds are named Xianning, wind as Fuyao, the sun is Fuglow, the moon is Wangshu, the sky is Biluo, the earth is Kunling, stars are Baiyu, wind blowing sand is also called Jingsha...
The Xianning gently wraps Cuiwei's peak, Fuglow enters the depths of Cangyuan. Fuyao stirs the eerie sand, the mountains cradle Wangshu far and wide.
Translated, it means simply this; the day breaks, the sun rises to the horizon, clouds are born as wind stirs, the moon falls upon the mountains, yet at dawn the light is dim and, from afar, the mountains seem to quiver with faint shadow.
Such a common scene, rendered through a heap of words, gives a sense of poetic beauty.
Words truly are amusing!
Li Peifeng feels his skill at 'playing with words' grows sharper each day, and when he writes with fervor, a smile surfaces on his face, the sound of typing grows inevitably louder.
"Click~"
