Pine waves rustle as wind threads the forest, and the river curves through grasslands. Ages ago, ancestors wa…
Pine waves rustle as wind threads the forest, and the river curves through grasslands.
Ages ago, ancestors wandered lost in the mountains. Led by a bodhisattva's vision and the wild intuition of a child, they finally arrived here—a tranquil bend in the river, sheltered by whispering pines and lush grasses, offering long-forgotten peace.