<p class="ql-block">路入青林才可辩，鸟驮白雾不相闻。</p><p class="ql-block">袖生凉意发生汗，平日晴山尽作云。</p><p class="ql-block">Travelling in foggy mountain</p><p class="ql-block"> by Springred</p><p class="ql-block">The path, entering the green woods, is </p><p class="ql-block">hard to make out</p><p class="ql-block">Birds carry white mist, their calls nowhere to be heard.</p><p class="ql-block">Coolness rises in my sleeves, yet sweat runs out of hair</p><p class="ql-block">The sunny mountains of ordinary days have all turned to cloud</p>