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At sunset a silver boat sets out, oars drumming like shuttles; the Yangtze is painted in colors like the River of Heaven. A short flute plays a pastoral tune, joyfully watching a calf drink, singing freely as one pleases.
The jade rabbit rises over the eastern slope; Chang'e with her broad sleeves dances gracefully atop Yangling. Wave shadows slant across as boats enter the painting, amid purple mist and golden waves.
On the shore of West Lake, the main peak of Ma'an Mountain, Dajitou, faces Yanglin Mountain on the north bank. Halfway up the mountain once stood the Temple of the Water God and Divine Farmer; at its foot, the Widow's Rock is an ancient structure with white stone steps and a three-tier towpath. The platform is 7.2 meters high and 150 meters long, carved with pole holes and centipede patterns, with stone railings along the top edge for flood control and wave protection. The nearby Shawo is a famous ancient ferry landing, a key water transport point between Hunan and Hubei. Willows are planted all along the riverbank, forming a neat and uniform forest belt that blocks waves, protects the embankment, shelters from wind, and stops sand; its dense shade covers the entrance, cool and restful, and from afar it looks like a green Great Wall with no end in sight. Yanglin Mountain is formed by the remaining vein of Ma'an Mountain gathering after crossing the river. On the mountain is the Palace of the Heavenly Consort, which originally enshrined a nude goddess; incense burned abundantly in all four seasons and many tourists came, making it a scenic spot on the north bank. At the foot of the mountain lived a man surnamed Liu who made his living by ferrying, and for generations he operated in joint venture with Shawo. Mist and waves stretch vast, sail shadows race across; clear rustlings rise from the mountain, soft sounds issue from the oars. Ferry shadows slant across, the creak of oars sounds; crossing the natural moat and singing of Huguang, gazing down at the water's bend and singing of the Silver River. A heroic and unrestrained mood arises spontaneously.
