Posted on 1 January, 2021 by thebestnchic Summer in the Mountains by Li Bai Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head. Li Po Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: On Dragon HillNext post: The Cold Clear Spring At Nanyang