Amidst a thousand clouds and tenThousand streams there livesOne ex-scholar.By day wandering these green mountains;At night coming home to sleepBeneath a cliff.Suddenly spring and fall haveAlready passed by,And no dust has piled up to disturbThis stillness.Such happiness!What do I depend on?Here it’s as tranquil as autumn river water.
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