Chinatodo
A paradise lost by the gods, quietly painted on earth.
Misty peaks rise like brushstrokes, emerald rivers flow in ink, as if stepping into an ancient Chinese scroll forgotten by time.
Distant mountains blush with dawn, tranquil waters wear veils of fog –every frame whispers nature's poetry in Oriental charm.
This is no mortal realm, but a celestial artist's spilled ink, blooming into the Peach Blossom Spring of our world.
