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Hermit's Retreat On Huashan
Farewell To Tian Zhou On Retreat On Hua Mountain
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Jia Dao
Deep and hidden, cicadas
fill the dusk;
startled, you awaken
from stone bed sleep.
Near your hut,
a waterfall
falls
thousands of feet.
Pines near the altar
drip dew;
the mountain moon
shines in vast, clear space.
When a crane passes over,
you must see---
riderless, it should bear
an immortal.
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Sòng Tián Zhuó Rù Huàshān
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Yōushēn zú mù chán,
Jīngjué shí chuáng mián.
Pùbù wǔ qiān rèn,
Cǎotáng pùbù biān.
Tán sōng juān dī lù,
Yuè yuè jué liáo Tiān.
Hè guò jūn xū kàn,
Shàng tóu yīngyǒu xiān.
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