Luyện nghe bài hát Shan Shui

By the pines
Where the sun hiding
Swims a green trout
With its shadow low
Through the stream
With the stones' sliding
And my little fin feet to know
Where the water flow.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shui

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

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

The unrolls
my feet.
Where will
Painted path of
Finally

On a clings the brush,
tiptoes hanging
To the fissured-fist
All and overthrown.
And the pillars up
To the clouds' soft
Though the grows steep,
My keep climbing the stone.

wo deng, wo deng, wo
shan

wo le zi ji
gen wo lai han leng qi

The scroll
my feet.
Where will
Painted path of
lead?
Everything
is poised.
This wrestles
its back
the void.

The unrolls
my feet.
Where this
path of paper
Finally