The Li River, a canvas of ink and time

The Li River at dawn was serene. Mist blanketed the river, and the contours of the mountains dissolved into the water. Only the faint tremor of the boatman's oar passed over the stillness of frozen time. In that moment, I felt as though I had stepped into a monochrome ink painting. The black ink and white void blended into a natural masterpiece, where light and water, mist and mountains erased each other to create nature's purest artwork. I raised my camera but hesitated. The landscape was too perfect to disturb this silence. I simply gazed. The ripples of the Li River were not a painting, but the breath of life itself. ☆ The photo is of the Li River in Guilin, China.