Luyện nghe bài hát Shan Shui

By the pines
Where the sun goes
a little green trout
With its wallowing low
Through the wandering
the stones' slick sliding
And my little fin seem to know
Where the must flow.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shan

At the of the falls,
Yellow leaping
To a footpath
Where my footsteps go,
the little red roofs
With corners sweeping
Into pines
With their twisted of cones.

The scroll
my feet.
Where will
Painted of paper
Finally
pulses;
is poised.
This wrestles
its back
the void.

The unrolls
my feet.
Where this
path of paper
Finally

On a clings the brush,
Tiny hanging
To the fissured-fist
All and overthrown.
And the pile up
To the clouds' longing;
the ladder grows steep,
My keep climbing the stone.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shan

wo le zi ji
gen wo lai han leng qi

The unrolls
my feet.
Where this
Painted of paper
Finally
Everything
is poised.
This wrestles
its back
the void.

The unrolls
my feet.
Where this
path of paper
Finally