The long wind has blown through the forest for a thousand years,

countless Tea trees swaying within it,

the tranquil tea fragrance already scattered across thousands of miles.

This is Jingmai Mountain,

a thousand-year-old ancient tea forest recognized by the whole world.

The villages dotted in the forest,

like a serendipitous glimpse of utopia.

The gray rooftops in clusters,

thatch old and tenacious in time.

Huge dark green banana leaves poke out,

teasing the cherry blossoms that only come in spring.

Sunset on the flowers in her hair,

embroidery lines on the black skirt connecting centuries of family blessings,

large bamboo baskets filled with Sweetness,

small embroidered sachets holding our whispered secrets.

When the mountain moon rises,

lanterns light up the skyway,

deep blue background mingling with many lights,

welcoming every moonlight appearance,

saying goodbye to every sunrise,

the mountain people as sturdy as rocks live and breathe with Jingmai Mountain,

life continues, brilliant like the mountain flowers.

Seeing the bond between people and the land is so concrete and clear,

from ancient times to modern days, never truly distant.

Original article published in the Pu'er Magazine