“From the walls of Baidi high in the colored dawn
To Jiangling by night-fall is three hundred miles,
Yet monkeys are still calling on both banks behind me
To my boat these ten thousand mountains away.”

—  Li Bai

[33] "Through the Yangzi Gorges"

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Chinese poet of the Tang dynasty poetry period 701–762

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