Lord of Ten Thousand Rivers

"The sun and moon rise in the east since ancient autumn, the autumn wind has reached ten thousand towers. Rivers, lakes, and seas fall with surging waves, who knows how much sorrow lies within." On the small pavilion, Zheng Ze slowly began to recite the verses he had just made up. Below the pavilion was an endless river. In the river, pairs of eyes peered out, one, two, three... countless beyond counting.