The River Journey from White King City

At dawn I left the walled city of White King,
Towering among the many colored clouds;
And came down stream in a day
One thousand li to Chiang-ling.
The screams of monkeys on either bank
Had scarcely ceased echoing in my ear
When my skiff had left behind it
Ten thousand ranges of hills.
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Li Po
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