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Zhong Zhihong, from Leshan City, Sichuan Province.

Third Prize

The Fragrant and Poetic Spread from the Dragon Palace

1.

Caves, canyons, waterfalls and cliffy waterfalls and pools

Buried in the map of millions of years, winding and sharp edges

Unspoken lyricism, stretching the greenness of the mountains and the murmur of the water

The aesthetic inertia rushes towards it, with a passionate dedication

The uniform Tianchi water refreshes the contour lines deep down

In the vast world of stones, it expands and develops the complexity of karst

In silence, it argues. A small boat refuses to turn back

The verb of the blooming of stones fades away in the audio.

2.

Looking afar from the perspective of the cave, the realm of swallowing and spitting stones

On this barren land, the perfect flowers bloom rapidly

On a page with cursive script, the name is inscribed

A series of distant songs are placed in the corner of the mountain stream

To the Dragon Palace, the sound is placed on the hard bamboo scroll

The legend of the diary. The wind is as firm as a rock, the smoke rises to the clouds

A simple ceremony, yet no final song

The low-altitude currents flow away from the mundane world, spitting and dripping precious jade and pearls.

3.

The rape flowers express their love to spring. Knocking on the Dragon Palace

Splattering a layer of fine debris and a string of wind chimes

The tender whispers dance in perfect harmony, never apart

The low temperature of the soil and the meagerness of water, creating a profound romantic atmosphere

Taking the earliest light beam, absorbing the genes of the sun

Holding the mature colors, maintaining the tension of youth

Opening the correct way of love, holding the poem with the left hand and the song with the right hand

The harmony of bees and butterflies linger in the air, with every word being a pearl of wisdom

4.

Simple yet primitive geoglyphs, dating back six hundred years

The vigorous strokes of every line in Longgong have been meticulously refined

The clouds and hues are close-up, allowing a clear view of the winding ploughing

Each moment of transformation, subsumed into a single short song

The wild mountains and high peaks, the unruly torrents

Perhaps there is a desire to rest, or to suppress the youthful unrest

The original form with lush foliage, the mind shaped by the environment returns to zero

The ancient primeval wilderness before the documentary lens, the work crafted by the sun and the moon

5.

A soaring eagle, punctually breaks through the thick gloom.

The mouth-strings of the flute weave the patterns of flowers, with rough edges as well.

Hidden in the rocks, it awakens the passion for rebirth after fire.

Appreciating that tree, one gains an understanding of the weathered yet humble spirit.

Whether in cursive or regular script, it is difficult to imitate the Dragon Palace.

Whether in a dictionary or the Book of Songs, it is hard to pinpoint Anshun.

The four seasons cycle, time flies, diluting but not erasing the depth of homesickness.

Registering the original essence in the name of the cave, there is no way to plagiarize.