Heaven and earth uninterrupted, blue waters boundless, fallen leaves rootless.
Ten Greenboats turned into green leaves, swaying in the wind.
Beyond the stern trailed a long thin string; following it upwards, five kites fluttered and bobbed.
Among the roiling clouds, a single elegant kite, like a landscape ink painting, soared at the apex, its twin tails streaming high, like the manes and tails of wild horses running across the plains.
On the back of the kite, a person in indigo robes, with splashes of silver like leaping fish, sleeves billowing in the wind.
"Over thousands of ravines where peaks stack upon peaks,
Peaks upon peaks reaching into the sky,
Into the sky to chase the sun and moon,
To roam with you through years afar."
Liang Qu sat cross-legged in the center, as stable as mountain peaks, breath prolonged, with surging blood in his body twisting into a silver-white thread.
Fierce winds lifted his long hair and robes, waving vehemently to either side.
