Far ancient is deep as the gorge, And the puzzled like fog is tracks of Shun; Vague eyes of mine can tell colors, Can they peep the secret of heaven?
上古如峡深，舜迹似雾迷； 拙眼识颜色，可否窥天机？
Note: English is not my mother language. As a practice, this poem is translated from my poem in Chinese: 历山寻迹。 I hope the experts who master both English and Chinese to offer me some suggestions.
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