Li Bai stood upon a hilltop gazing at a vista of landscapes that lay scattered before his eyes, They resembled a figment of his imagination. To one side in the distance stood the lofty karst mountains, crowned with verdant vegetation that pierced through the ocean of clouds, to look like islands hovering in the azure blue sky. A turn of the head, rice terraces, linked together, like emerald green ribbons hung out to adorn the hillside. Li Bai could imagine them in the spring, water logged and sparkling in the sunlight. Then turning a golden yellow, autumns end. Or covered in a blanket of snow come winter. Another turn of the head and farmers leading their water buffalo away from the river, as wading birds enjoyed the shallows. Fishermen in flat boats, letting their cormorants dive into the depths.
